"I only hope you may all see the active old goddess before she dies. She hasn't finished her work yet. Once in a while she runs down to the shore, to bathe and look at the Pacific Ocean, and when there she generally gives a new cape to Hawaii by running out into the sea." Majestic old Pele! Long may she live! MAKING IT SKIP [Illustration] "I'll make it skip!" Cried Charley, seizing a bit of stone. And, in a trice, from our Charley's hand, With scarce a dip, Over the water it danced alone, While we were watching it from the land-- Skip! skip! skip! "I'll make it skip!" Now, somehow, that is our Charley's way: He takes little troubles that vex one so, Not worth a flip, And makes them seem to frolic and play Just by his way of making them go Skip! skip! skip! THE WILLOW WAND. BY A.E.W. I have a little brother, And his name is Little Lewy; His starry eyes are bright as flowers And they are twice as dewy. Sometimes the dew o'erflows them, And trickles down his cheeks; And then he cries so hard, you'd think He wouldn't stop for weeks. Then my other little brother, A bough of willow bringing, Drives all the dew-drops far away, By waving it and singing: [Illustration] "One, two, free, fo', five, six, _seven_ tears! You'll be as old as farver in forty sousand years. Drate big men don't have tears, so let me wipe 'em dry; In forty sousand years from now you'll never, never cry." This other little brother, Whose name is Little Bert, Frowns in a dreadful manner Whenever he is hurt; The wrinkles right above his nose Look like the letter M, He keeps them there so long, he must Be very fond of them. Then my little brother Lewy, The branch of willow bringing, Sends all the naughty frowns away, By waving it and singing: [Illustration] "A, B, C, D, E, F, G; How many wrinkles are there? One, two, three! We'll send them all off quickly, or they'll climb up to your hair, And then to-morrow morning you'll have lots of tangles there." [Illustration] Sometimes our little Lewy Loses all his pretty smiles; He says they're very far away; At least a hundred miles. He looks as sober as a judge, As stately as a king, As solemn as a parson and As still as anything. And then our little Bertie, The witching willow bringing, Sends all the smiles safe home again, By waving it and singing: "I want to buy a smile, sir, if you have some about; I'll draw this leaf across your lips, and that will bring them out. And if you cannot spare me one, just let me take a half. Oh, here they come and there they come, and now we'll have a laugh." [Illustration]