4. The last day I was there I was picked up by a rough boy belonging to Miss Lake's class. He packed me into a heavy, wet snow-ball, which the boys called a "soaker,” and, taking aim at a pretty little innocent, well-behaved girl, he threw the ball and hit her in the face. It hurt her so badly, she did not come to school again for a week.

5. I felt so sorry for the little girl, whose name was Stella Best, that I cried all night. This rough boy was not bad at heart, but he had never learned to think.

6. This proved a lesson to him, for he became more careful after this event, and kept out of mischief. He entered Miss Tact's class next year, and was one of her best boys.

7. A few years ago, as I was floating down on the surface of a river in the State of Maine, a keen north wind began to blow. It rapidly became very cold. The drops at the surface of the water began to thicken. The thickening began at the shore, where the ice, as it formed, looked at first like needles.

8. In a few hours the river had frozen over. I was among the drops that hardened and

formed ice. In a few days the ice on the river

9. After a week or two more had passed by, a company of men with horses, ice-plows, and ice-saws came to the river and began to cut ice. I heard one man say, "The ice is unusually clear and thick this winter."

10. The men sawed the ice into large blocks, loaded us upon sleds, and drew us to immense buildings which the men called ice-houses. I remained in an ice-house till the middle of the next summer.

11. I was then taken out of the ice-house and sent to New York in a boat loaded with ice. When I got to New York I was put into an icewagon. The driver sold me to a man whose business was to sell meat. The man put me with some meat into a box he called a refrigera

tor.

12. I kept his meat from spoiling while I was in the refrigerator. When I thought I had been there long enough, I melted and ran off into the sewer. After running a long distance under the street in the sewer, I reached at last the Hudson River.

13. The last time I visited New York, I came down from the country in the Croton Aqueduct. Your teacher will tell you all about the Croton Aqueduct, the High Bridge over the Harlem River. I crossed over, and the reservoir I rested in for a while.

14. It was not many hours before a man drove up to a street-hydrant with a sprink ling-cart. He opened the hydrant, and I ran through a pipe into the cart. Soon I was sprinkled out, with thousands of other drops, upon a hot, dusty street.

15. I did not like this, but I liked it better than the use I was put to last week. I was ly ing in the water-pipe of a house, when a lady opened the faucet and let me into a marble basin.

16. She had a little boy three years old, and he had as dirty a face as I ever saw. The mother took the little boy upon her lap, soaped some of this water, and washed his face and hands.

17. How the little fellow kicked and screamed! He did not like to be washed ; but his mother washed him clean in spite of

his kicking and screaming. I don't want to wash another boy like that one, for I did not get clean again myself in two days.

1. Once, when I was in the country, I fell as a rain-drop upon the roof of a farmer's house. I tried to cling to the roof, but so many other drops fell down upon me that they washed me down the side of the roof, then along the gutter at the edge of the roof, and then through the tin leader into the cistern under the kitchen.

2. The farmer's little daughter Rachel

pumped me up into a sprinkling-can. She car ried the can out into the garden and sprinkled me upon her flowers.

3. I fell upon a rose-bud that was very thirsty. I quenched its thirst, and helped to make it blossom the next day. What a beautiful rose it was! I wish you could have seen it.

4. I have visited millions of springs in different parts of the world. Some were cool moun tain springs. Large hotels were built near some of them, and people came to these hotels from the cities every year to spend the summer.

5. Some springs I have visited were called mineral springs. These springs were visited by sick people, who came to drink the mineral water to improve their health. When I was at Saratoga, thousands of people came to drink the mineral water.

6. One day I was passing in a cloud over Syracuse. I met a drop who said, "I have just come up from the salt springs in Syracuse. The people there dipped me out and put me into a large pan. All the other drops left me behind. I was the last drop to remain in the pan. When I came away there was nothing