THE kangaroo that jumps, Camels that learn to kneel And let you ride their bumps, Or follow you to heel. THE pets that I keep now Are guinea-pigs and such; My parents won't allow The ones I want so much. A baby crocodile Or _really_ tame giraffe, I wonder why you smile; They, too, say "no" and laugh. [Illustration: NOAH] I WOULD have loved it so To travel in the Ark, With all the Zoo, you know-- Except when it was dark [Illustration: "So nobody can quite explain Exactly where the rainbows end." _Painted for Princess Mary's Gift Book by Arthur Rackham. R.W.S._] [Illustration: "The animals, you know, Were not as they are now"] III.--WHEN JIM IS QUITE GROWN UP WHEN Jim is quite grown up, And has a bulldog pup, And sits up very late _Always_ till half-past eight, Then, when he is a man, He means to marry Ann. HER age is twenty-two, But he _thinks_ she will do; He has not told her yet, Or she might be upset At having got to wait Until this distant date. THE life that he will lead Sounds very fine indeed: Adventures, wounds, and fights, And hunting raids of nights; Murders and blug and fun With sword and axe and gun. AIRSHIPS and hydroplanes, Mustangs and prairie flames! Deserts and jungles vast, And, when quite tired at last With being on the roam, Of course, he would come home. AND, after miles of tramp, Reel, wounded, into camp, Bound with a handkerchief, And munching bully-beef; While Ann at the camp fire Would listen and admire. WHAT fun he will have, too! Nothing he will not do. He often says to me (Excepting the V.C.) Medals he would decline-- They are not in his line. BUT he would soar to fame And win a glorious name. And Ann? How odd you are! Why, just like his Mamma, Would sit at home and sew, Like women do, you know. [Illustration: NOT IN HIS LINE MAGEPA THE BUCK BY H. RIDER HAGGARD _Drawings by_ J. BYAM SHAW, A.R.W.S. _Copyright in the U.S.A. by H. Rider Haggard_ [Illustration] IN a preface to the story of the early life of the late Allan Quatermain, known in Africa as Macumazahn, which has recently been published under the name of "Marie," Mr. Curtis, the brother of Sir Henry Curtis, tells of how he found a number of manuscripts that were left by Mr. Quatermain in his house in Yorkshire. Of these "Marie" was one, but in addition to it and sundry other completed stories, I, the Editor to whom it was directed that these manuscripts should be handed for publication, have found a quantity of unclassified notes and papers.