His mistress heard the dog barking and cried, "Oh, husband, husband! A wolf has got our child!"

Then the man ran for the wolf and with the old dog's help, got back the child. "Brave dog!" he said. "You are old and toothless and yet you will not let your master's child be stolen."

After that the dog had all he wanted to eat and a warm place to sleep.

-A Cossack Fairy Tale

He who does his best does well.

SATURDAY NIGHT

How pleasant is Saturday night,

When I've tried all the week to be

good,

Not spoken a word that was bad,

And obliged every one that I could.

RIDDLES TO GUESS

Thirty white horses upon a red hill, Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

Every lady in this land

Has twenty nails, upon each hand
Five, and twenty on hands and feet;
All this is true without deceit.

Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white Petticoat,
And a red nose;

The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.

THE FOX AND THE STORK

One day a Fox invited a Stork to take supper with him. The Stork was pleased with the invitation, for she knew they would have a fine supper.

The first course of the supper was soup. This was served in plates and the Stork could get only very small tastes with her long bill.

"The next course," she thought, “will be something which I can eat more easily." But alas! The next course was soup also. It was served in plates the same as before. "Oh, how good it smells!" thought the

Stork. "But I must not let the Fox know that I cannot eat it." So she said, "Your soups are very fine, Master Fox. I should like to know how you make them so good."

"I think you will like the next one still better," said the Fox. "It is a butterfly soup."

Then came a delicious smelling soup on tiny plates. The Fox licked it up quickly with his big tongue. He thought the Stork was very dainty, she ate so little.

Many courses were brought to the table, but they were all soups. When supper was over the poor Stork was hungrier than before it began. She was very disappointed too, for she had expected a fine supper.

"Well," she thought, "I will give the old Fox a disappointment too." She thanked him for his kindness and invited him to take supper with her the next night.

The Fox came early. The supper began with nice little pieces of meat served in a very tall jar.

The Stork put her long bill into the jar and took out piece after piece of meat, but the Fox could only sit and watch her. All the courses were served in tall jars.

At last the poor Fox was so hungry and so angry that he left the Stork and her supper without even saying "thank you."

-Aesop