"Bow-wow!" said a little curly dog, as Davie came around the spreading roots of the tree. There stood a little short-legged duck tied to the guinea's leg, and to the duck's leg was fastened the wisest-looking Scotch terrier, with spectacles on his nose and a walking-cane in his paw. The whole group looked up at Davie, who now felt perfectly confident He sat down on a stone close by, and continued his song: "I had a horse, and my horse pleased me; I tied my horse behind a tree." Davie stopped and looked down the little brown path. Then he clapped his hands in great delight; for there came the little old man leading by a golden bridle a snow-white pony, no bigger than Davie's Newfoundland dog. "Sure enough, it is a boy!" said the pony, as the old man tied his bridle to the dog's hind leg, and then hurried away. "I thought so! Boys are always bothering people." [Illustration: The Horse.] "Who are you, and where did you all come from?" asked delighted Davie. "Why," said the pony, "we belong to the court of Her Majesty the Queen of the Fairies. But, of course, when the song in which any of the court voices are wanted, is sung, they all have to go." "I'm sure I'm very sorry," said Davie. "But why haven't I ever seen you all before?" "Because," said the pony, "you have never sung the song down here before." And then he added: "Don't you think, now that we are all here, you'd better sing the song right end first, and be done with it?" "Oh, certainly!" cried Davie, "certainly!" beginning to sing. If you could but have heard that song! As Davie sang, each fowl or animal took up its part, and sang it, with its own peculiar tone and manner, until they all joined in. "I had a horse, and my horse pleased me; I tied my horse behind a tree. Horse said, 'Neigh! neigh!' Dog said, 'Bow-wow!' Duck said, 'Quack! quack!' Guinea said, 'Pot-rack! pot-rack!' Hen said, 'Shinny-shack! shinny-shack!' Bird said, 'Fiddle-diddle-dee!'" Davie was overjoyed. He thought he would sing it all over again. But just then he was sure that his mother called him. [Illustration: All in Procession.] "Wait a minute!" he said to his companions. "Wait a minute! I'm coming back! Oh, it's just like a fairy-tale!" he cried to himself, as he bounded up the garden-walk. "I wonder what mother'll think?" But his mother said she had not called him, and so he ran back as fast as his legs would carry him. But they were all gone. His speller lay on the ground, open at the page of his lesson; a crumb or two of bread was scattered about; but not a sign of the white pony and the rest of the singers. "Well," said Davie, as he picked up his book, "I guess I wont sing it again, for I bothered them so. But I wish they had stayed a little longer." THE LETTER-BOX. A BRAVE GIRL.