WHEN I was quite a little girl I had a cosset-calf, And, when it ran about the fields, It always made me laugh. It seemed as gentle as a lamb, And from my hand was fed; And how I grieved when first I felt The horns upon its head! It always answered to my call, And thrust its wet nose through The bars, and tried its very best To say, "How do you do?" I left it in the early fall, And kissed my pet with tears; For to a little child the months Stretch out as long as years. And when the summer came again, I never shall forget With what dismay I gazed upon My former little pet. I was afraid of those great horns, So crooked on its brow, Nor would believe my little calf Was that enormous cow! But soon I learned to know its face And conquered my alarm, And thought there was no nicer cow On any other farm. And oh the rich sweet milk she gave! Why, just to make me laugh, My mother used to call me then Her little cosset-calf! JOSEPHINE POLLARD. PRIMER AND SLATE. PRIMER and slate, primer and slate! Hurry up, mother! I fear I am late. A, B, C, D, and 1, 2, 3, 4, Must be studied, so I can recite them once more. Primer and slate, primer and slate, Must be carefully conned if we hope to be great: A man cannot hope much of a man to be, Unless, when a boy, he has learned A, B, C. UNCLE THEO. [Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON BY HARRISON WEIR. VOL XXII.--NO. 2.] "GREAT I AND LITTLE YOU." "HOW do you like that little new neighbor of yours?" asked Herbert Greene's big brother, who had seen the two little boys playing together in the yard. "Oh, you must mean Georgie Worthman," said Herbie. "Why, I don't know. I like him, and I don't like him." Wallace laughed. "Then you quarrel a little sometimes," said he. "Is that it?" "No, we don't quarrel," said Herbie. "I don't let him know when I'm mad with him." "What does he do to make you mad with him?" asked Wallace. "Oh, he says things," said Herbie. "Such as what?" "Well, he looks at my marbles, and says, 'Is that all you've got? I have five times as many as that,--splendid ones, too. They'd knock those all to smash.'" "Ah, I see!" said Wallace. "It is a clear case of '_great I and little you_.'" "What do you mean by that?" said Herbie. "Well, if you don't find out by Saturday night, I'll tell you," said Wallace. This was on Monday.