Pretty soon old Daisy seated herself in a very dignified way right in front of the book. In a few minutes, little Ring came frisking along, and, without paying the least regard to Madam Daisy, up she jumped, and whisked the spectacles down on the carpet. She was just ready to send them flying across the room, when down came Madam Daisy as stern as a police-officer. She looked at Ring a moment, in a crushing way, then lifted her paw, and boxed the naughty kitten's ears till she mewed for mercy. Ring ran away as soon as she could, and left the spectacles for Clarence's mamma to pick up; while old Daisy took her seat on the window-sill again, and seemed to feel that she had done her duty. Clarence thought it was a funny sight to see one cat punish another. What do you think about it, little Nursery people? MRS. L. A. WHITE. THE TIGER'S TOILET. THIS splendid tiger lived in the Zooelogical Gardens at Berlin. He had a very kind keeper named Peens, who used to comb out the long waving hair that grew on his cheeks. He looks in the picture as though he were very angry, and were growling and snarling terribly; but though he did gnash his teeth, and make a fearful noise, he enjoyed his hair-dressing very much. I have seen some children who acted like this tiger when their hair was combed; but that was because they were really cross. He is not. [Illustration] Whenever he saw Peens coming toward his cage with the comb in his hand, this tiger would at once throw himself down close to the bars, with his head pressed against them, as you see him here, as if he would say, "I'm all ready, Peens, go ahead!" This showed how much he liked the feeling of the comb. But, after all, he never forgot that he was a tiger; for if, by accident, Peens pulled his hair, he would give a dreadful growl, and look as if he would like to eat him up in a minute. Then Peens would stop for a moment, until he was good natured again. A few weeks ago this beautiful and intelligent tiger died. In his last hours he mewed constantly with pain, like a great cat, and was only quiet when Peens came to the bars, and stroked his cheeks. When the keeper went away, he would call after him. Peens felt very badly at losing his tiger; and I am sure he must have been a very kind keeper to him. Even a tiger may be taught love and gratitude by kind treatment. ELIZABETH SILL. (_Adapted from the German._) PETERLIN ON HIS TRAVELS. PETERLIN was a chick just five days out of the shell. He began to think he was somebody now. The old cornfield became too narrow for him. He must start out on his travels, and see something of the world. Biddy, his mother, clucked and scolded away at him, and told him how he might lose himself in the grass, and never find his way home.