"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY MILK AND HONEY, AND HAS EATEN IT ALL UP," said the little wee bear in his little wee voice.

Now, the three bears knew that some one must have come into their house while they were absent, and they began to look about them. Little Golden-hair had not put the cushion straight when she rose from the chair of the great huge bear.'

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR," said the great huge bear in his great huge voice like thunder. And little Golden-hair had crushed the soft cushion of the middle-sized bear.

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR," said the middle-sized bear in a middle-sized voice. "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR, AND HAS BROKEN IT DOWN," said the little wee bear in his little wee voice.

The three bears now felt sure that there was some one in the house, and they went upstairs to their sleeping room to search further.

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED," said the great huge bear; for little Golden-hair had tumbled the bed and put the pillow out of its place.

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED," said the middle-sized bear; for little Golden-hair had also tumbled this bed very much.

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED AND HERE SHE IS," said the little wee bear in his little wee voice. Golden-hair had not been roused from her sleep by the loud voices of the great huge bear and the middle-sized bear, but the little wee voice of the little wee bear was so sharp and shrill that it awoke little Golden-hair at once.

When she saw the three bears in the room, and close to the very side of the bed in which she was sleeping, she was very much frightened. She started up and ran to the window, which was open, and jumped out. The three bears went to the window to look after her and saw her running into the woods. But she never came back to their house, and they never saw her again.

She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food;
And she'll love me, because
I am gentle and good.

I'll pat little Pussy,

And then she will purr,
And thus show her thanks
For my kindness to her.

I'll not pinch her ears,
Nor tread on her paw,
Lest I should provoke her
To use her sharp claw.

I never will vex her,

Nor make her displeased,

For Puss doesn't like

To be worried nor teased.

H

OLD GAELIC LULLABY

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN

USH! The waves are rolling in,

White with foam, white with foam;

Father toils amid the din;

But baby sleeps at home.

Hush! The winds roar hoarse and deep,
On they come, on they come!
Brother seeks the wandering sheep;
But baby sleeps at home.

Hush! The rain sweeps o'er the knowes,' Where they roam, where they roam; Sister goes to seek the cows;

But baby sleeps at home.

"Swim!" said the mother:
"We swim," said the two:

So they swam and they leaped,
Where the stream runs blue.

Over in the meadow,

In a hole in a tree, Lived a mother-bluebird

And her little bluebirds three. "Sing!" said the mother;

"We sing," said the three: So they sang and were glad, In the hole in the tree.

Over in the meadow,

In the reeds on the shore, Lived a mother-muskrat

And her little muskrats four. "Dive!" said the mother;

"We dive," said the four: So they dived and they burrowed, In the reeds on the shore.

Over in the meadow,

In a snug beehive,

Lived a mother-honeybee

And her little honeys five.