of romps with the ball of worsted which Alice had been trying to wind up. 2. She had been rolling it up and down till it had all come undone again. And there it was, spread all over the hearth-rug, with the kitten running after its own tail. 3. "O, you naughty, naughty little thing!" cried Alice, catching up the kitten, and giving it a kiss. "Really, Mother Puss ought to have taught you better manners!" 4. Then she jumped back into the armchair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again. Kitty sat on her knee trying to look very good, and watching the winding. Now and then it put out one paw and gently touched the ball, as if it would like to help. 5 Then Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look. But Kitty jumped up, and the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound. 6. "Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," said Alice, "when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, that I was very near opening the window and putting you out into the snow? It would have served you right, you little playful darling! 7. "Now I am going to tell you all your faults. Number One. You squeaked twice while Mother Puss was washing your face to-day. You can't deny it, Kitty. Don't tell me that her paw went into your eye! That was your fault for keeping your eyes open. 8. "Number two. You pulled Snow-drop away by the tail, just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her. What! you were thirsty, were you? How do you know she was not thirsty too? 66 9. Now for Number Three. You unwound every bit of the worsted while I was not looking. That's three faults, Kitty, and you have not been punished for any of them yet. You know I have been saving up all your punishments for next Wednesday. 10. "Suppose they had saved up all my punishments, what would they do at the end of the year? Should I be sent to prison, when the day came, or should I have to go without fifty dinners at once?" I've looked in the cradle, and under the table; But nowhere can kitty be found. 2 I've hunted the clover and flower-beds over: I peeped in the old wooden spout: I went to the wood-pile, and stayed there a good while; But never my kitty came out. 3. I've been in the attic and made a great racket; I peeped into little Dick's bed: I've looked in the stable, as much as I'm able; I hunted the wood-house and shed. 4 I called little Rover, to hunt the field over, And help find my kitty for me; No dog could be kinder, but he could n't find her: O, where can my poor kitty be? 5. At last I have found her, brown leaves falling round her, Way up on the wall by the tree; O, there is my kitty, so cunning and pretty! L. GEORGE AND HIS GRANDFATHER. break'fast les'sons li'bra ry po'ny 1. GEORGE was four years old, and was always wishing that he was a big boy, for then he could go out in the fields by himself, and ride on the pony alone, and be able to read the large books in the library. "And I should grow bigger and bigger," said George, "until at last I should be as big as grandpapa! 2. George thought over it, and said to himself, "The reason that grandpapa is so big is because he has coffee and eggs for breakfast. And the reason he can read in the large books is because he wears spectacles. If I wore spectacles, and had coffee |