The rhyme, with small change, is still familiar in Scotland, and the game well known in Pennsylvania, where the defiance runs, less chivalrously, Hally, hally, hastle, Come into my new castle! Or, with a change of usage, Hally, hally, hastle, Get off of my new castle! In the first case the defender maintains his post against assailants; in the latter, he endeavors to capture one of a group who have established themselves in his castle, represented usually by a cellar-door. No. 112. +_Lil Lil._+ This game is played in an open field. A boy stands in the centre of the field, and the other players at the sides. With the cry "Lil lil!" they run across. The tagger must touch a runner three times on the back, and whoever is so caught must assist him. There is a rhyme for this game-- Lil, lil, Over the hill, Wash my lady's dishes, Hang them on the bushes, etc. "Lil lil!" is also a cry (in Boston) of children "coasting," when the track is to be cleared. No. 113. _Charley Barley._ Charley, barley, buck and rye, What's the way the Frenchmen fly? Some fly east, and some fly west, And some fly over the cuckoo's nest. _Portland, Me._ We have not obtained information as to the manner in which this game was played, but it is evidently identical with the Scotch rhyme: Hickety, bickety, pease, scone, Where shall this poor Scotchman gang? Will he gang east, or will he gang west, Or will he gang to the craw's nest? In the Scotch game, a boy, whose eyes are bandaged, rests his head against a wall, while the rest come up and lay their hands upon his back. He sends them to different places, according to the rhyme, and calls out, "Hickety, bickety!" till they have returned, when the last in must take his place. The "crow's nest" is close beside the blindfolded boy, and is a coveted position. This game is also played in Switzerland. Each of the children receives the name of some animal, as Goat, Wolf, Snake, Frog, etc. To the swifter and more dangerous beasts are assigned the more distant positions. The keeper then shouts out that supper is ready, whereupon all rush home, each animal uttering his own peculiar cry. The last in is punished. No. 114. _Milking-pails._ All the players join hands in a row, except one, who stands facing them at a distance of a few feet. The row slowly advances towards the solitary child, and then retreats, singing, "Will you buy me a pair of milking-pails, Oh, mother! Oh, mother? Will you buy me a pair of milking-pails, Oh, gentle mother of mine?" The mother, advancing and retreating in her turn, sings, "Where is the money to come from, Oh, daughter! Oh, daughter? Where is the money to come from, Oh, gentle daughter of mine?" The dialogue then continues to the same air,