To tell the truth, my sympathies were divided. The little bright-eyed mouse was so cunning and swift, that I thought to myself, "What a pity to kill such a bright little fellow!" But then I knew how disappointed poor Breezy would be, if she should wake, and learn somehow that a mouse had run over the floor while she was indulging in inglorious slumber. Out came mousie quite boldly, and, finding some crumbs under the table, nibbled at them in great haste. Poor little fellow, if I had had a bit of cheese, I should have been tempted to give it to him, there and then. But, all at once, Breezy woke, and saw what was going on. Mousie, however, had not been so stupid, while making his meal, as not to keep one eye open on his enemy. Quick as a flash he ran for the little crack that led under the cupboard, and thus made his escape. Poor Breezy! She seemed really ashamed of herself. She had her nose at that crack a full hour after mousie had escaped. It seemed as if she could not get over her disappointment. Every day since then she has patiently watched the cupboard. Will mousie give her another chance? That remains to be seen. FANNY EVERTON. [Illustration] [Illustration: THE MARE AND HER COLT. V. XXI.--NO. 6.] THE MARE AND HER COLT. HERE is a picture of the mare and her colt. The old mare is almost white; but the colt is jet black. He is a bright little fellow, and I am sure that his mother is proud of him. Our Willie likes to stand at the bars of the pasture and look at the colt. He often comes so near that the little boy pats him on the head. Willie has named the colt "Frisky," because he is so very lively. He is so nimble with his heels, that it is not safe for a small boy to go very near him now; but Willie expects to ride him by and by. A. B. C. [Illustration] KISSING A SUNBEAM. LITTLE Baby Brown-Eyes Sitting on the floor, Every thing around him Ready to explore, Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly, Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes Sitting on the floor! Flutters in a sunbeam Through the open door, Like a golden butterfly Silently before Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly, Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes Sitting on the floor. See his little fingers Eager for a prize, And the hungry gladness Laughing in his eyes! Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly, Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes Capturing a prize! Plucking at the sunbeam With his finger-tips, Tenderly he lifts them To his rosy lips; Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly, Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes Kissing the pink tips!