SHE wrote it from Lien Chow, China. It was published in “Woman’s Work for Woman.” Here it is: “We expect to be packed into smaller boats this P. M. to go the last ten miles up the Sam Kong River. People are looking at the windows. Women are expressing astonishment that I can write. . . . “We have had a charming trip. The beauty of the country grows upon me. Many of the clear crystal waterfalls were several hundred feet in descent. The river winds around the bases of mountains, and so seems to be a succession of beautiful lakes. It reminds one of Delaware Water Gap. [Illustration: “WE TRAVELED IN THE DAYTIME.”] “We traveled in the daytime, stopping an hour or two. Then came the sick to our Dr. Machle. We gave tracts to the people. At one place the women came in little boats. I stood at the window and read to them. They listened, and thanked me for ‘teaching’ them. “I want to write more letters, though I now write many. It takes three months for a letter and its reply from New York to Canton; four months to Sam Kong. I like to write, and am delighted to get letters. Some of the best have been from strangers. So all my dear young friends may continue to write me; I will answer as soon as I can get time.” BABY’S CORNER. A MAY MORNING. IN a green yard stands a gray old house. In the house live six happy children. They have many things to make them glad and happy. All around are green fields and hills and tall trees. Every day they see the pretty pictures which the sun makes in the sky when he gets up and goes to bed. There are no big houses in the way to hide the red and pink clouds. A little brook goes dancing by at the foot of the hill. You can see the little white stones through the water. They have a great many pets—colts and calves and chickens and rabbits and cats. And there are ever so many nice things for them to do. They fish in the brook or take off their shoes and stockings and wade in the water. They hunt in the grass for red berries. They swing in the big swing under the maple-tree. They go after the cows and hunt butterflies, and tumble on the hay in the barn. Such good times! This bright May morning mamma and all six of them are out in the orchard. The apple-trees are full of pink and white flowers, and the cherry-trees are all white, like pop corn. What a pretty sight! The air is sweet with the breath of the blossoms. Everything is gay and happy. The brook is tinkling, the bees are humming, the birds are singing. Little children must sing, too. Hark! hear them. It is a little song which begins: “Blooming May Makes all gay.” And this little song ends like this—the children all like to sing it: “Tra la la la la la la. Tra la la la.” MRS. C. M. LIVINGSTON. KITTY KNEW ABOUT SHEEP.