One mouse crawled up my uncle’s sleeve. My uncle felt the tickling on his arm. So he pulled the mouse out of his sleeve. The other white mouse crawled upon me. I became frightened, and screamed and ran around the room. My uncle had to take the mice away. He put them into the cage. I enjoy watching them, but I don’t like to have them running around the room. The Mice The little mice stay in their holes And hide themselves by day; But when the house is still at night They all come out to play. They climb upon the pantry shelf, And taste of all they please; They drink the milk that’s set for cream, And nibble bread and cheese. The Two Gold Fishes I have two gold fishes that Aunt Ruth gave me for a birthday present. I keep them in a large bowl on a table near a south window. The fishes seem so happy as they dart quickly back and forth in the water. They are golden in color, and look like twins. I call them Golden and Sunny. But I don’t know which one is Golden nor which one is Sunny. Once a week I put fresh water into the glass bowl. Every day I feed the fish some fish food which I buy downtown. I give them seaweed, too. I have had the fishes for three months. I am going to try to take such good care of them that my fishes may live for a long time. Aunt Minnie’s Gold Fish Last spring Aunt Minnie had a lily pond made in her lawn. The pond is four feet deep and is filled with city water. The sides of the pond are made of cement. Beautiful water lilies grow in this pond. Some of the lilies are pure white, others are rose colored. There are also many buds that will soon open and become lovely water lilies. Fifteen fat gold fish have their home in this beautiful place. Some of the gold fish have black spots on their tails. They seem so happy, living among the water lilies. They like the oatmeal that my aunt feeds them. I think it is the oatmeal that makes them so fat. When the cold days of autumn come, my aunt puts the gold fish in a large tub. She keeps the tub in the cellar. Once a week she changes the water. The fish are comfortable even in the winter time. But I believe that the fish like their lily-pond home better than their tub home in a dark cellar. Where the Stream Runs Blue Over in the meadow, Where the stream runs blue, Lived an old mother fish And her little fishes two. “Swim,” said the mother; “We swim,” said the two— So they swam and they leaped Where the stream runs blue. _Olive A. Wadsworth_ Frogs at School