In a minute Pansy came back, holding up the ring, and her face radiant with delight. "I found it, mother, among my doll's things. You must have dropped it there when you were fixing them." And so little Pansy's secret was out at last! DORA BURNSIDE. [Illustration] A TROTTING SONG. UP and away! now up and away! We've a good long journey before us to-day. The road is smooth, and the sky is bright: Whoa, now! My darling, hold on tight! There's joy in the saddle. We'll scour the plain With a gentle trot and an easy rein; And, as we journey the way along, I'll sing my darling a trotting song. Up and down! Up and down! And over the hills to Sleepy Town! Fast or slow, Soon, we know, Into the land of nod we'll go. Oh, dear me! Right off my knee, Into a hollow I didn't see; And baby small, On steed so tall, Came near getting a horrid fall. She's not afraid, My little maid, Too oft on her that trick is played; And good is she As good can be, If I'll only trot her upon my knee. Over she goes! But don't suppose I'll let her tumble upon her nose, Or give a fright To my darling bright, Who laughs and frolics with such delight. Whoa! now, whoa! We must not go So fast, my darling; for don't you know, At such a pace, So like a race, We never shall come to a sleepy-place? Trot, trot away, And tell me, pray, How many miles we have gone to-day? Up and down! Up and down! And over the hills to Sleepy Town! JOSEPHINE POLLARD. [Illustration] SAGACITY OF THE DEER. A FRIEND of mine who has been in the habit of hunting deer in the Adirondack Mountains, is of opinion that the deer is often more than a match for the dog in sagacity. The deer seems to be well aware that the dog is guided by his faculty of scent in tracking him; and all the deer's efforts are directed to baffling and thwarting this keen and wonderful sense with which the dog is gifted.