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"May I have that?" he asked.

Where did you get it?”

แ Mrs. White sent it. She is to have company at dinner, and has made this nice jelly. If you won't be selfish with it, you may have it."

Davy thanked his mother, and took the saucer of jelly out into the yard; but he did not call his brothers and sisters to help him eat it. There won't be a spoonful apiece if I divide," he said. "It is better for one to have enough than for each to have such a little."

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So he ran to the barn, and up to the loft, where he was sure no one would look for him. Just as he began to eat the jelly, he heard his sister Fannie calling him. But he did not anHe kept very still.

swer.

"They always want some of everything I have," he said to himself. "If I have just a ginger-snap, they think I ought to give each a piece."

When the jelly was all eaten, Davy went down into the barnyard and played with the little white calf and hunted for eggs in the shed where the cows were. He did not feel like finding the other children or going into the house. "Oh, Davy," said Fannie, running into the barnyard, “where have you been this long time?"

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What did you want?" asked Davy, thinking that his sister was going to ask about the jelly. "Mother gave us a party," said Fanny. "We

had all the little doll's dishes set out on a little table under the big tree by the porch; and we

sat down to eat, Mrs. White saw us from her window, and she sent over a big bowl of ice cream and some jelly left from her dinner. We had a splendid time.

Poor Davy!

You ought to have been there."
How little pleasure he had had,

and how much he had lost.

Where the pools are bright and deep,

Where the gray trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea-
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee-
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thickest, greenest,
There to trace the homeward bee-
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free-
That's the way for Billy and me.

There let us walk, there let us play,
Through the meadow among the hay,
Up the water and over the lea-
That's the way for Billy and me.

JAMES HOGG.

Harry and Philip are at the seashore. They live in a pretty cottage and have very merry times. One day they came to their mamma and asked for a tent. They wished to have it put on the rocks close by the sea. When their papa came home, he made a tent for them.

Harry and Philip were little fellows, only

six and seven years old. They wanted to be Indians and sleep in a tent.

Some real Indians had a camp on the shore not far away. They made baskets and sold them to the ladies and children. Philip and Harry went to see them and were much pleased.

"You will get tired of your tent when it grows cold," said their mamma.

แ You will come creeping into the house as soon as it is dark," said the nurse.

The boys opened their large eyes, but did not answer. When the stars came out, they went into their tent.

"May we leave the door open so that we can see the water?" asked Philip.

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The door was only a bit of cloth. Papa and mamma