Charley didn't answer in words, but he turned and gave Grandmother a big kiss, which she knew meant "yes," and they were all very happy that night as they sat together around the fire. So you see that the fox, though he succeeded in his tricks, was not a particularly happy fox after all. Too much turkey may not be good for a fox, and too much of his own way is certainly not good for a boy. [Illustration: OUT FISHING.] HIDDY-DIDDY! Hiddy-Diddy! Hiddy-diddy!-- Ten small chicks and one old biddy! "Cluck!" says Biddy, "cluck, cluck, cluck!" "Scratch as I do!--try your luck!" [Illustration] How the chickens, one and all, Crowd around her at her call! One chick, missing, peeps to say: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!--I've lost my way!" Shrill and shriller, comes the sound! "Chirp! chirp! chirp!--I shall be drowned!" Biddy clucks, and bustles quick,-- "Where, oh, _where's_ my little chick?" Mister Rooster bustles, too, Screaming "Cock-a-doodle-doo! Biddy, I just chanced to look, And saw your bantling in the brook!" "Gob!" shrieks Turkey, "gob, gob, gobble! Mrs. Hen, you're in a hobble! Why don't some one stir about, And help your little chicken out?" "Moo!" roars Sukey, "moo, moo, moo! What is there that I can do?" "Uff!" grunts Piggy, "uff, uff, uff! Say you're sorry, that's enough." "Quack!" says Ducky, "quack, quack, quack! I have brought your chicken back!" "Oh!" says Biddy, "cluck, cluck, cluck! Thank you!--_thank you!_ Mrs. Duck!" THE SQUIRRELS AND THE CHESTNUT-BURR. [Illustration] Four squirrels once saw a chestnut-burr growing on a tree. They wanted the chestnuts in the burr, but were afraid to touch it, because it was full of sharp points. Just then, along came a flying-squirrel. "I will tell you what you must do," said he: "wait until the burr opens, and the chestnuts fall out. The burr always opens when the right time comes." So they waited, and got the chestnuts. It is a good rule to wait until things are ready for us. [Illustration] JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT. Vacation's over! School's begun! A splendid holiday time you've had, no doubt, my dears, and now you feel like setting to work again with earnest good-will. That's right. But don't try to do to much at first. Better start easily and keep up the pace, than make a quick run for a while only to falter and grow weary before you are half-way. MOQUI PEEKEE. Word is sent to me of a queer kind of bread called "Peekee," which is used by the Moqui American Indians. It comes in square loaves that are made by folding, twice across, several sheets of what looks like very thin bluish-green crust.