"I'm tired of walking," the little girl said, "I think I will pick some flowers instead. I will take them home to my Grandma, dear; She loves them but she can't walk out here." There were plenty of flowers all around. Sweet white violets covered the ground. There were lovely long-stemmed blue ones, too, And all around the May-flowers grew. But when she had all her hands would hold, It was time to leave, it was growing cold. The sun was sinking. But where was Spy? She whistled and called,--but no reply! "Where can he be?" she said, when hark! Off in the distance she heard him bark. "He must have a rabbit," said she, "that's all." And sure enough, by an old stone-wall, Spy was barking away as hard as he could-- As if scaring the rabbit would do any good. "The rabbit is safe in that wall," said Gay, "He wouldn't come out if you barked all day. So you better come home for it's growing late. And Mother will wonder why I wait. Supper'll be ready, too. Oh, my! Are you hungry as I am?" "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy. [Illustration: "I'SE BIGGEST!" FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.] The Ballad of a runaway Donkey: by Emilie Poulsson: here shadow'd forth in divers pictures by Alfred Brenon. A sturdy little Donkey, All dressed in sober gray, Once took it in his long-eared head That he would run away. 2 So, when a little open He saw the sable door, He ran as if he never would Come back there any more. 3 Away that Donkey galloped And ran and ran and ran And ran and ran and ran and ran And Ran and RAn and RAN! 4 Behind him ran the Children, The Groom and Coachman, too; The Farmer and the farmer's man, To see what they could do. 5 Some carried whips to whip him, Some, oats to coax him near, Some called "Come here you foolish beast!" And some, "Come, Barney, dear." 6 But not a whit cared Barney For cross or coaxing word; And clatter, clatter, clatter still, His little hoofs were heard. 7 And all across the meadow, And up and o'er the hill, And through the woods and down the dale He galloped with a will. 8 And into every hayfield And through the swamp and mire Still Barney ran and ran and ran As if he'd never tire! 9 His chasers all stopped running, Then meek as any lamb Did Barney stand as if to say, "Come catch me! here I am." 10 But when one of them started, Then Barney started, too; As if the chase had just begun Away he swiftly flew. 11 But there's an end to all things, And so, (the stupid elf) When no one else could capture him This donkey caught himself.