beef, and apple-pie, and goose-berry pudding. The dolls and they would enjoy all these very much, but how was Muschy to be fed? He turned up his nose at cake; and as for apples, and goose-berries, and currants, he would not touch them. Well, they put to gether all the chicken bones that were left, and with these they thought they should make a real feast for Muschy.

They set out their dinner beautifully, and placed their dolls one on each side, and then fetched in Muschy.

behaved that day.

But he was very ill

They wanted to make him sit tidily on his hind legs, as he did at his master's bidding, but he would not.

Just as Meggy and Herbert were both busy trying to to teach Muschy manners, they heard all at once a frightful sound out side the summer-house. They looked one at the other, and both settled that, without a doubt, there was some thing. Muschy sprang up and upset the dinner-table, barking and howling as if he were out of his mind. Meggy and Herbert ran out screaming; they were fright en'd, but they knew not at what. They fancied it was a man with a hat on, but why that should have frighten'd them they could not tell. They both of them, however, had heard a voice. The voice said, "I see you!" and it seem'd loud and gruff. Who could it be? and what could it mean?

Muschy had gone after him, however,

what a good little dog! They wished more than ever to give him a dinner. They stole softly to the hedge, and peeped down into the lane. But there was was nothing frightful to be seen there-nothing but their good friend Mr. Hernshaw, who was walking quietly along, and Muschy was trotting on before him.

"Oh, Mr. Hernshaw!" they shouted, there has been such a horrid man here, and he peeped through the window and said, 'I SEE YOU !'"

"So Muschy has told me," said he, smiling, and with that he walked on.

Muschy walked on too, and so broke up the nice party very rudely.*

THE ROBIN'S YULE SONG.

Once on a time there was an old grey pussy, and she went down by the water side. There she saw a wee Robin Red breast hopping on a bri·er. Pussy said, "Where are Robin ?" and wee robin answer'd, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song this good yule morning."

you going, wee

Then said pussy, "Come here, wee robin, and I'll let you see a bonny white ring round my neck." But wee Robin answer'd,

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No, no, grey pussy; no, no! You worried the wee mousie, but you shan't worry me."

So wee robin flew away till he came to a turf wall, and there he saw a grey greedy hawk sitting. And the grey greedy hawk said, "Where are you going, wee robin ?" Wee robin answer'd, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song, this fine yule morning. Then the grey greedy hawk said, "Come here, wee robin, and I'll let you see a bonny feather in my wing." But wee robin answer'd, "No, no, grey greedy hawk; no, no! You pecked at the wee linnet, but you shan't peck me."

So wee robin flew away till he came to the side of a rock, and there he saw a sly fox. The sly fox said, "Where are you going, wee robin ?” Wee robin answer'd, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song this fine yule morning.' Then the sly fox said, "Come, wee robin, and I'll let you see a bonny spot on the top of my tail.' But wee robin answer'd, "No! no! You worried the wee lamb, but you shan't worry me."

So wee robin flew away till he came to the side of a river. There he saw a wee boy sitting. The wee boy asked, "Where are you going to, to, wee robin ?" Wee robin answer'd, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song this fine yule morning."

Then the wee boy said,

"Come here, wee

robin, and I'll give you some crumbs out of my pocket." But wee robin answer'd, "No, no, wee boy; no! no! You twisted the neck of the gold-finch, but you shan't twist mine."

Then

So wee robin flew away till he came to the King, and there he sat on the windowsill, and sang the King a bonny song. the King said to the Queen, "What shall we give to the wee robin for singing us this bonny song?" The Queen answer'd, "I think we'll give him the wee wren to be his wife."

So wee robin and wee wren were married. And the King and Queen danced at the wedding.

THE GOOD MOOLLY COW.
Come! supper is ready,

Come! boys and girls now,
For here is fresh milk
From the good moolly cow.
Have done with your fife
And your row-de-dow-dow,
And taste this sweet milk
From the good moolly cow.
Whoever is fretting,
Must clear up his brow,
Or he'll have no milk
From the good moolly cow.
And here is Miss Pussy;,
She means by her myow,
Give
me, too, some milk
From the good moolly cow.

Such a selfish boy as Matthew was! You wouldn't have given a pin to play with him. He had a box of tools, and books, and balls, and kites, and little ships, and skates, and every sort of nice toy. Oh, I couldn't tell you all he had, if I talked a week!

Well, if you went to play with him, he would watch all these things as closely as a cat does a mouse. And if you went near them, he would sing out, "Don't; t-h-a-t's m-i-n-e!"

Of course it wasn't much fun to go and see him. You had to play every game he liked, or he would pout, and say he would'nt play at all. He had slices of cake that he had hoarded up till they were hard and mouldy; and coppers and silver that he he used to jingle and count over like a

Mrs. Follen.