The Stars and the Violets, 145 The Nights, Adelaide Proctor, 145 The Calling of the Stars, 146 STORY OF THE WINTER STARS. Story of the Royal Family--Story of the Fishes--Story of the Pleiades--Story of the Seven Little Indian Boys--Why the Stars Twinkle--Flowers of Heaven--Number of the Stars--Distance of the Stars--What Are the Stars Made of?--Our Island Universe, 147-179 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, Eugene Field, 177 Seven Little Indian Stars, Mrs. S. M. B. Piatt, from St. Nicholas, 178 Why the Stars Twinkle, Oliver Wendell Holmes, 179 "GOD BLESS THE STAR!" "God Bless the Star!" 181-186 Crossing the Bar, Tennyson, 185 Ye Golden Lamps of Heaven, Doddridge, 185 [Illustration: "HARRY."] STORIES OF STARLAND. LIGHT. Night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of the whole life dies When love is done. --F. W. Bourdillon. THE STORY OF GIANT SUN. "Sister, come here and talk to me. I am so tired of being alone." His sister Mary at once closed her book, and took a chair beside Harry's couch. Poor little Harry was not like other boys. He could not play and run about as they did, for he was a cripple. All the long weary days he had to lie on a couch which was placed under the shady trees during the warm summer season. He had learned to love the flowers and trees, and the bright blue sky overhead, and his sister often told him pretty stories about them. She was just thinking of telling him one now, when he said gently: ANCIENT STORIES OF THE SUN. "Sister, you have told me so many stories of the flowers. I wish you would tell me something about the sky. I have been looking at it for such a long time, watching the little white clouds floating across it like boats with silver sails; and then I tried to look at the bright yellow sun, but it dazzles my eyes. Won't you tell me about it, and where it goes in the evening when we cannot see it any more? Is it always ready in the morning to give us light? Is it ever late, do you think? What would we do if it forgot to come round the edge of the earth and give us light?" he continued anxiously. [Illustration: EARTH SUPPOSED TO BE FLAT.]