The King: (Coming back.) Now, foolish chil

dren, here are six thinking caps.

This is for you, Chicken Little.

This is for you, Henny Penny.

This is yours, Cocky Locky.

This is yours, Ducky Lucky. Here is yours, Goosey Loosey, and yours, Turkey Lurkey. (Puts cap on each.) Perhaps this will help you to think before you speak.

Now scamper home, and never

take such a foolish journey again. (They all run off.)

BED IN SUMMER

One warm morning, the children were sitting under the big maple tree.

"Alice," said Mary, "why did you come so late to-day?"

"The children all slept late this morning," said Alice. "They did not want to go to bed last night. They wanted to play, and I let them. They were lazy children this morning, and that made me late with my work."

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They must learn my poem," said Frank. "Jack taught the poem to me and I will

teach it to them."

This is the poem that Frank taught to Kate and Ned. Kate and Ned liked it very much. Even small Bess tried to say it. Would you like to learn it, too?

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

-ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

THE FIRST LETTER

The children were sitting under the tree, again, that afternoon, talking about the lovely summer nights. nights. How mothers do sometimes forget your bedtime -or perhaps they don't for

get! Anyway, you stay up later. You watch the fireflies light their lamps in the grass and in the trees. Then you watch the stars light their lamps in the dark sky.

Mary had just begun to

say "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," when up the walk came He had a letter for John and

the postman.

Mary, and John read it to them all. This is what he read:

SUMMERSIDE BEACH,

June 30, 1919.

DEAR JOHN AND MARY,

Your letter came this morning, telling all about The Good Times Club. What fun you

must have! It must be like having a picnic and a party every day.

Dorothy and I want to write to the Club. We want to tell you about some of our good times. That will be next best to being with you.

Dorothy found a starfish yesterday which she is going to send you. Next summer you will find some, too.

Your loving friend,

DAVID KINGMAN.

SOME BIRD STORIES

A family of robins lived in the old cherry tree near the house.

The children liked to watch the father and mother birds feed their four baby robins.

They would save crumbs from their lunches and scatter them near the tree for the birds. "Robins like nice, fat, little worms better than crumbs," said Jack.

Then the children watched and, sure enough,