Bunny tried on every side to get out, but he could not. He was in a prison. While he wondered what he should do a big boy came and looked at him. “Hurrah!” he said. Then big boy took up the cage and carried it off home. He gave Bunny to his little sister Susie. Susie was kind to Bunny. She put him in a basket with a soft bed and gave him cake and candy. But Bunny was not happy. He was too warm in the house with his fur coat on, and he wanted to get back to his dear children. He would not play; he sat still and looked sad. “Poor Bunny!” said Susie’s mamma; “he is used to being outdoors, and frisking about. He wants to see his little children and eat the nuts he laid up.” “Then he shall go,” Susie said. [Illustration: “THEN HE SHALL GO.”] So she told him good-by, and carried the cage out in the garden and opened its door. Away went Bunny! He scampered over the fence and whisked up a tall tree as quick as wink. How happy he was to get to his hollow tree once more. Was not Susie a nice little girl? MRS. C. M. LIVINGSTON. A LONG CHRISTMAS. PART II. IT was a January night, very cold. The snow which was always on the mountains looked down on the snow which sometimes melted from the valleys, and seemed to smile at it in a hard, cold way, for supposing itself to be of any importance at all. The white cross made by the peculiar shape of the mountains, and the action of the sun on the snow, gleamed in the moonlight more beautiful than usual to Teddy Simpson, as he pushed back the overcoat several times too large for him, thrust his hands into his pockets, and leaned against the snow-covered hill to think. Hundreds of stars twinkled down upon him, brighter and more filled with jewels than they ever are in any other sky, I think; but Teddy’s thoughts were not of them.