Let everybody be glad! But most of all, you, my youngsters! The month properly belongs to you. Don't I know? Wasn't it set apart by Romulus, ages and ages ago, especially for the young people, or "Juniores," as they then were called? And hasn't their name stuck to it ever since? Yes, indeed! So, be as merry as you can, my chicks; but, with all your fun and frolic, be thankful, and make June weather all about you. June time--any time--is full of joy when hearts, brimming over with thankfulness, carry cheer to other hearts, making "A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune,"-- like the little stream that bubbles by the foot of our meadow. Now to business. First comes a letter about A ROPE OF EGGS. Brooklyn, N.Y. My Dear Jack-in-the-Pulpit: I know about a rope of eggs, and I will tell you. It is in Japan. The eggs are plaited and twisted into ropes made from straw, and so it is safe and easy to handle them. Just think how queer it would seem to buy eggs by the yard! AMY M. CONVERSATION BY FISTICUFFS. After being flurried by clouds of paragrams about sphygmographs, and phonographs, and pneumatic telegraphs, and scores of other extraordinary scientific ways of communication, I'm not in the least surprised to learn that ants converse by one tapping another's head. I'm told that an Englishman named Jesse once put a small caterpillar near an ants' nest, and watched. Soon an ant seized it; but the caterpillar was too heavy to be moved by one ant alone, so away he ran until he met another ant. They stopped for a few moments, during which each tapped the other's head with his feelers in a very lively manner. Then they both hurried off to the caterpillar, and together dragged it home. A HORSE THAT LOVED TEA. Roxbury, Mass. Dear Jack-in-the-Pulpit: This is a true story of Mary's horse. He was just as black as a coal all over, except a pretty white star on his forehead. Once in two or three weeks Mary had him take tea with her and her little brother and sisters. She went to the stable where he lived with Kate and Nell, two pretty twin ponies, and said to him: "Come, Jack! Don't you want some, tea?" At that, he came right up to her, and found out the buttons on her dress, and tried to pull them off, and then untied her apron strings. "Now, Jack," Mary said, "tea is all ready. Come along!"--and he followed her along the walk to the back door and up the three steps into the house. What a clatter his iron shoes made along the entry to the dining-room! Harry and Annie and Fanny rushed out, crying: "Oh, mamma! Here's Jack coming to tea!"