"Wasp, wasp, go away, and come again another day," said she. But the wasp did not heed her. It flew quite near to her face. Instead of striking at the bold insect, she merely drew back a little out of its way; for she thought, "Surely the wasp will not harm me, if I do not harm it." And she was right. It alighted near her for a moment, but did not sting her; and gentle Jessie did not try to harm it. Then the wasp flew to the flowers on her hat; but, not finding the food it wanted, at last it flew away. "Well done, Jessie," said I, lifting her from the ground, and giving her a kiss. EMILY CARTER. [Illustration] GRETCHEN. GRETCHEN'S old; she's neat and good: See her coming from the wood! She bears fagots on her back, Lest her darlings fire may lack. [Illustration] Here you see her far from town, With her darlings sitting down: Gretchen, Emma, Fritz, and Paul,-- They are happy, happy all. M. A. C. FRIENDS IN NEED. ONCE a poor crippled sparrow fell to the ground, and fluttered about in a vain attempt to regain a place of safety. Some of its mates gathered around it, and seemed eager to help it; but they did not know what to do. Their chirping drew together a good many of the sparrow tribe. One thought this thing ought to be done, and another thought that. Some tried to lift the helpless bird by catching its wings in their beaks; but this failed, and such a chattering and scolding as took place! "I told you that wasn't the way to do it."--"How stupid!"--"You should have taken my advice." Perhaps such were the speeches which were uttered in bird-language; for all the little creature seemed much excited. [Illustration] Presently two of the birds flew away, but soon came back with a twig six or seven inches long and an eighth of an inch thick. This was dropped before the poor little cripple, and at each end was picked up by a sparrow, and held so that the lame bird was able to catch the middle of the twig in its beak. Then the crippled bird, with the aid of the other two, flew off, till they came to the wall covered with ivy, where it had its home. There it chirped to show how glad it was. All the other sparrows followed, as if to share in the pleasure of the rescue. This is a true story. IDA FAY. A NOONDAY LULLABY. [Illustration] "TIC, tac! Tic, tac!" Says the clock on the wall: "Sleep now, my darling, for 'tis time, 'tis time; Soon I will wake you with my merry chime,-- Tic, tac! Tic, tac!" "Purr-r-r! Purr-r-r!" Tabby sings on the sill: "Shut your eyes, deary, and sleep in a trice, Then I will stay here, and scare off the mice,-- Purr-r-r! Purr-r-r!"