BABY'S QUIET FAMILY.

Whenever I walk
With my children three,
I laugh and I talk
For the whole family.
 But I know when they're glad,—
Mothers always can tell,—
And I'm sad when they're sad,
For I love them so well!
There's Ruth (her arm's broken!)
And Jane and Annette,
They never have spoken
Or laughed even, yet;
 Whenever we walk,
Though they're still as can be,
I can easily talk
Quite enough for the three.

W.G.

BABY AND THE BIRD.

Baby is looking out of the window. Jane is holding him up so that he will not fall out. What does he see that makes him jump up and down with joy?

He sees a dear little bird. It has come for its daily meal of seed and crumbs. It is not afraid of baby? Why should it be? How could any bird be afraid of such a dear child?

When the bird has had its dinner, I think it will sing.