She tumbled the four small dolls into their beds anyhow. How surprised and pleased and amused Winny was when she came home! There were the dolls fast asleep, and their clothes all piled on a chair; and there sat Finnette watching them. She gave the happiest little "bow-wow," when she saw Winny. She had not been able to eat or to sleep with the care of all those dolls on her mind. Winny hugged and kissed her. [Illustration: THERE STOOD--FINNETTE!] "You dear old darling Finnette," she said. "How sweet you have been to my children. You shall have a silver collar, for you are my best friend." Then Bridget brought Finnette her supper of bread and milk. ABOUT THE DEER. "Look! look!" said Ernest, "see the deer! It has got out of the deer park. I did not know deer could run like that!" The frightened creature was running down Washington street. He darted in and out among the horses and carriages, and people. He leaped over the heads of the children. Ernest and his mother stopped to look; everybody stopped to look. On and on he ran till he came to the river, then he leaped into the deep water and was drowned. Was it not a pity? The pretty deer that Ernest had fed so often on Boston Common! He almost cried when he thought of it. How many of you have ever seen deer? In many of the United States they are still found in the woods. They are kept in almost all public parks. Deer are gentle creatures, and are easily tamed. But I think they are happiest when they are free to roam the woods where they like. They eat the tender grass in the spring, and sometimes, if they live near farms, they break into the corn and wheat fields. In the winter they eat the seed vessels of the wild rose, the hawthorn buds, the brambles and leaves. They like acorns, and, in the South, they eat the persimmons. The persimmon is a yellow plum. They feed in the night. In hot summer days they like to wade into the ponds and rivers, and stand under water, all but their noses. The young deer are called fawns; they are pretty spotted creatures. The mother keeps them in a quiet place where she thinks the hunters and dogs cannot get them; for men often hunt the wild deer. It is a great pity to kill them for sport, is it not? [Illustration: HOW FLEET HE IS!] The deer hears quickly, and his scent is very keen too. When the hunters are after him, how fleet he is! Sometimes he leaps into the water and swims. Then the dogs lose the scent and cannot follow him. The male deer sheds his horns every year. When the horns are growing they look as if they were covered with velvet. [Illustration: HAVE THEY NO LANGUAGE?] [Illustration: {A DOG LYING DOWN.}] EVERYBODY'S DOG.