Jane and Ann were good friends, but one morning they had a quarrel. They soon made it up. Jane put her arms round Ann's neck, and said, "I am sorry." Ann gave her a kiss, and they were friends again.
Here you see them taking a walk. They have on good warm coats, for it is a very cold day. Just see how lovingly they clasp each other. They are having a nice little chat. I wonder what they are saying.
A. B. C.
There was a wee bird that would not sleep,
Though twilight was falling hushed and deep,
And what did its mother do?
She sang it the song it loved the best,
She folded it softly in the nest,
And then, ere that mother knew,
Her birdie had gone to sleep.
