Lucy fell too, but she was not hurt. "You good Ebony," said she. "You have done well. But it is too bad to make you play the part of a locomotive engine. And so, old fellow, I will take off your harness, and let you go free." Then Lucy took the scarf from the dog's neck, and darted off alone on her skates to a part of the pond where her brother Felix had just had a tumble on the ice. But Ebony would not forsake her. He kept close at her heels; for he knew there was water underneath the ice, and he meant to be near at hand, should any accident happen. I am glad to say, that, after a good frolic on the ice, they reached home safely in time for dinner. UNCLE CHARLES. [Illustration] THE TERRIBLE TRIO. THESE are the robbers,--the terrible three! In showing no mercy they all agree; They fill the woods with their war-whoops dire: Policemen and soldiers, beware, retire! Rinaldo's the name of the captain: you learn His rank from his cap, and his frown so stern. The next is Grimaldi, a desperate fellow! His eyes they are blue, and his hair it is yellow. The youngest but dreadfulest of them all Has a terrible name that I cannot recall: 'Tis hard to pronounce; and it's well, perhaps, That memory here has suffered a lapse. Oh! doesn't it make you all shudder to look At their likenesses even, all here in a book?-- Rinaldo the fierce, and Grimaldi the grim, And that young, nameless bandit, so bold and so trim. But if you should meet with this terrible band, Now don't run away, but come quick to a stand: Be humble and quiet, and don't act amiss, And all that they'll rob you of, will be--a kiss! IDA FAY. [Illustration] [Illustration] DAISY. A FRIEND of mine, Mr. S., had a beautiful colt named Daisy, who was the pet of all the family. She was so tame she would put her head in at the open windows to see what was going on in the house; and very often, when she saw the front-door open, she would go up the steps of the piazza, and deliberately march into the hall. No one ever struck Daisy with a whip, or even a switch. A little slap of the hand, and a "Go out, Daisy," were all that were necessary. Mrs. S. had a new cook; and one day she set a pan of custard on the back-porch to cool. When she went out to get it, an hour or two after, she found nothing but the empty pan. Molly ran to Mrs. S. in great distress, and told her of the loss of the custard. "Ah!" said Mrs. S., "then Daisy has eaten it." And, sure enough, Daisy was the thief.