But Fannie would say, "Don't think of it, Boney; I would like to have them, but it would be wicked to catch them you know." Pussy did not want to give up the sport of hunting them, however, and Fannie would have to take him right up, and carry him until they had passed them. He had such lovely coaxing ways; he knew to a minute when it was lunch time, and he had his in the kitchen, but he would steal up into the dining-room, and pass round softly to Fannie's place, and pop up into her lap--or, if she were standing up, he'd get upon the table and rub his furry cheek against her shoulder, and shut one eye. Then Fannie would turn round, and his comical appearance, sitting there with his little pink tongue sticking out between his lips, would make Fannie just jump up and down with laughing. Of course, he wanted some of Fannie's lunch, and he always got it, and this was the way he managed to get so fat and sleek. One unfortunate time, Fannie was very sick; the room was darkened, and the doctor came. All the pets were not allowed to come near the room. It was, oh, so lonesome for Boney. No one petted him like his little mistress, and they didn't put up with his tricks, or laugh at his funny pranks. The time went by heavily enough, he had not had on any of his ribbons, and he would go and stay away from home for days together, and when he came home just before dark, he had a wild look, as if he had been in rough company. On a lovely morning in June, Fannie was carried down stairs, to sit in the bay window, in the sunshine, and the ivy hung down its fresh, green leaves. Boney saw her the first thing. His delight knew no bounds; he rubbed his back against her chair, turned his head around in her robe as it lay on the carpet, and jumped into her lap! And Fannie smoothed his back with her little thin hand. After a time he went away, and nobody thought any thing about him, till dinner-time, when, what should they see coming up the piazza steps, but Boney, with a bobolink in his mouth! He walked right up to Fannie, and laid it down at her feet, and looked up at his little mistress, with such a satisfied, happy expression on his face, as if he would say,--"There, that's the best I could do, and you are welcome to it." Fannie understood his good intentions, and laughed heartily, and that was the beginning of her recovery. Pretty soon, she was able to go out again, and she and Boney had the best of times that summer. CATCHING SNOW FLAKES. BY MRS. S. J. BRIGHAM. Down from the sky, one winter day, The snow-flakes tumbled and whirled in play. White as a lily, Light as a feather, Some so chilly Were clinging together. Falling so softly on things below, Covering all with beautiful snow.