He had the little duck he had shot made into a pie, and he and Joan ate it; but he did not enjoy it very much. "This duck cost me twelve dollars," he said to his loving wife, "for that is the sum Johnny Sprigg made me pay; and it's a very high price for one little duck -do n't you think so, Joan?" The Little His Little W Hickory, Dickory, Dock Hickory, Dickory, Dock! Dickory, ITHIN the hollow wall of an old brick man- Hickory, sion, away up the near the roof, there lived a family of mice. It was a snug little home, pleasant and quiet, and as dark as any mouse could desire. Mamma Mouse liked it because, as she said, the draught that came through the rafters made it cool in summer, and they were near enough to the chimney to keep warm in winter-time. Besides the Mamma Mouse there were three children, named Hickory and Dickory and Dock. There had once been a Papa Mouse as well; but while he was hunting for food one night he saw a nice piece of cheese in a wire box, and attempted to get it. The minute he stuck his head into the box, however, it closed with a snap that nearly cut his head off, and when Mamma Mouse came down to look for him he was quite dead. Mamma Mouse had to bear her bitter sorrow all alone, for the children were too young at that time to |