"Where shall your father sleep?" "Sleep in the servant's bed." "Where shall the servant sleep?" "Sleep in the stable." "Where shall the pigs sleep?" "In the wash-tub." "Where shall we wash the clothes?" "Wash them in the river." "What if they should swim away?" "You can jump in and go after them." On this the indignant mother chases her daughters, and whoever is first caught must take the mother's place. This game does not appear to be established in America, though we have heard of it as played in West Virginia. Our present version is from children lately arrived from England, where it seems to be a favorite. No. 115. _Stealing Grapes._ A circle of children with arms raised. Enter keeper of garden: "What are you doing in my vineyard?" "Stealing grapes." "What will you do if the black man comes?" "Rush through if I can." _New York._ This game is probably a recent translation from the German. It is also played in Italy in a more humorous form. The thief exclaims, as he picks each, "A delicious grape!" The guardian demands, "What did you pick that grape for?" "Because it's first-rate." "What would you do if I took a stick and chased you?" "Pick a bunch and run." Which he accordingly does. No. 116. _Stealing Sticks._ A company of players divide, each having the same number of sticks, which they deposit on each side of a line; whoever crosses the line may seize a stick, but if caught is confined in a prison, marked out for the purpose. This is the game of "Scots and English," and may be classed among sports originating in border warfare. No. 117. _Hunt the Squirrel._ A ring of players is formed, about the outside of which circles a child who carries a knotted handkerchief, with which he finally taps another on the shoulder, and starts to run round the ring. The child touched must pick up the handkerchief, and run in the opposite direction from the first. The two players, when they meet, must courtesy three times. The toucher endeavors to secure the other's place in the ring, failing which, he must begin again. As he goes about the circle, he recites the words: Hunt the squirrel through the wood, I lost him, I found him; I have a little dog at home, He won't bite you, He won't bite you, And he _will_ bite you. _Cambridge, Mass._ In Philadelphia, a corresponding rhyme begins: I carried water in my glove, I sent a letter to my love. A variation from New York: [Illustration] I tis-ket, I tas-ket, A green and yel-low bas-ket. I sent a let-ter to my love, And on the way I dropp'd it. The name of the game in England is "Drop-glove."