The sun was far down in the west, and its last rays lay red on the SNOW. Step, step, step went the lame Wee Hare in the cold SNOW. He went back into the wood to try to find his way home. It grew gray, and it grew dark, and SNOW grew so deep that the Wee Hare had hard work to walk. Then WIND came. It was _so_ cold, and blew him out of the path, and how he _did_ wish he was at home! Step, step, step in the SNOW he went. The WIND blew more and more. "I can not walk; my feet are too lame," said the Wee Hare, and just then he saw the RED FIRE! It grew in the path in the wood, and by it sat MAN and DOG. Oh, how the Wee Hare felt! His nose grew hot, and his ears grew cold, and he was not able to move. Then DOG said "WOW!" and put his ears up, but MAN said: "Lie down," and DOG lay down by the RED FIRE. The Wee Hare went into a tiny, tiny hole in a tree, and sat on his feet to warm them. He saw the RED FIRE. He did not like to see it. MAN and DOG did not let it come too near them, and he saw _them_ keep away from the RED FIRE. "They fear it, too," said the Wee Hare. "It is not good for me. I must take care or it will come and hurt me." He sat on his cold feet, and did not dare to take a nap. By and by MAN put SNOW over the RED FIRE, and he and DOG went away, and the Wee Hare went step, step, step in the snow, soft, soft, soft, for fear. "I _wish_ I had been good," said the Wee Hare, and WIND and SNOW were able to hear, and they felt sad for a wee hare. [Illustration: "HOW FAST HE WENT--HOP, SKIP, AND JUMP!"] "We will help him," they said, but low and soft so he did not hear. The moon came up high in the sky till it was just like day, and it grew very cold. SNOW grew hard as ice in the cold, and the Wee Hare did not sink in it any more. WIND did not blow so hard. It came back of Wee Hare now, push, push, push, to help the Wee Hare over the SNOW. How fast he went--hop, skip, and jump! Soon he came to his home. How glad he was! He went in and lay down by his Mama. "I have not been good, Mama," he said, very low in her ear. "Be good now, then," his Mama said, and he did not know how glad she was to have him back. "I want to be good," said the Wee Hare; and he shut his eyes, and put his ears down, and they all took a nap till the dawn came. "Just like us," said Tiny Hare, and he was glad that _he_ lay snug and warm by _his_ Mama, and he was glad she had told him the tale of the Wee Hare and the RED FIRE. The Good King By Margaret and Clarence Weed Once upon a time there was a King in Spain who had only one leg. He was a Good King and he had a big Animal Farm where he kept all the animals who had lost one or more of their legs. In another part of Spain there was a Little Half Chick with only one eye, one wing and one leg. The other chickens with two eyes and two legs gobbled up the corn so fast that Little Half Chick was nearly starved.