I'll put on your very best bonnet, Your pretty pink shoes on your feet; And you shall sit up by the window, And look at the folks in the street. Oh, dear! but I never can leave you A whole summer long on the shelf; If you are an "image," my baby, I'll just be a heathen myself. EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER. TWO SMALL GIRLS. ANN is not yet five years old. But she knows how to read, and is very fond of her book. She does not care to sit down, but reads her book as she walks. This is not a good plan. It hurts the eyes. [Illustration] Grace, who is nine years old, often has a book in her hand. But she does not read and walk at the same time. She sits down on the floor. It would be quite as well for her to take a chair and sit up straight. [Illustration] P. Q. R. [Illustration] THE CAREFUL NURSE. THIS is little Grace taking Dolly out for an airing. It is a bright June day. The birds are singing. The flowers are in bloom. It is so warm that Grace goes without a hat. Dolly is snugly seated in her carriage; and Snip the dog, who barks, but never bites, has a place in it too. He is one of the breed known as the _toy_ dog. He does not bark unless you squeeze him. He is never cross. Grace rolls them down the broad path through the garden. She gives Dolly a nice ride, and then takes her home, and puts her to sleep in her little bed. She never lets Dolly miss her nap. Grace is a careful nurse. JANE OLIVER. WHY THE CHICK CAME OUT. BENNY BRIGHT-EYES, climbing over Heaps of crisp and fragrant clover, Spies the dearest, cutest thing, Hiding under Biddy's wing. What sees Benny next? A wonder! Rudely pushed quite out from under Biddy's breast, an egg comes sliding, In its shell a chicken hiding. "Ah!" says Benny as he gazes, And his merry blue eyes raises, "I know why his house he's spoiled: He's afraid of being boiled." M. J. TAYLOR. [Illustration] RALPH'S GREAT-GRANDMOTHER. MISS EASTMAN, the pretty drawing-teacher at the academy, boards in our family. Some time ago she chanced to take up an old, faded daguerrotype-likeness of my grandmother. She proposed copying it; and a lovely picture in crayon, of Ralph's great-grandmother, is the result. My grandmother was ninety years old when the likeness was taken; yet she appears in it erect and vigorous, sitting in her high-backed chair, with her knitting-work in her hand. She wears a snug cap, and a plain Quaker kerchief folded smoothly over her black silk dress. Naturally we have talked much about her; and my boys, Ralph and Fred, who have a happy faculty for drawing me out, have well-nigh exhausted all my memories of their great-grandmother.