It was this: "O mamma! do put on my things, and let me go out and get _ex_scribers for 'The Nursery.'" Mamma shook her head; though she could not help laughing at the little girl's mistake, for she meant _sub_scribers. It _is_ a hard word; but this little Mamie knew the meaning well. "O mamma! _please_ do; for you know _I_ love it. And Jennie and Katie and Bessie will love it too, if they only _know_ about it; and, besides, I can get a present, if I send some new names to 'The Nursery' man." Little Mamie was so urgent in her request, that her mother asked papa what he thought about it. Papa said, "Oh, let her try if she wants to: it will do no harm." How the black eyes danced! and the little feet could hardly keep still, while mamma dressed her up very warmly, till she was just about as large one way as the other. "Now, mamma, for my muff; and, oh! I must have a 'Nursery' to show." So, with a "Nursery" sticking out of one end of the little muff, this Mamie started on her errand. All the way along to Bessie's house, she kept saying, _sub_scribe, _sub_scribe, so that she might not make another mistake in the word. She was gone but an hour, and returned with the names of six children, who were to be made glad each month by the visits of Mamie's friend. Mamie was full of glee, and could hardly eat any supper, so anxious was she for her papa to send the names to Boston. Well, they were all sent; and the six little friends have been made glad by receiving each a "Nursery" of her own; and next month they will be glad again, and so on for a whole year. Did Mamie get a present? Oh, yes! She got a present from "The Nursery" man, which she values very highly. Now, can you tell _which_ little Mamie this is? MARY MYRTLE. [Illustration] SNIP'S STORY. MY name is Snip. You can read it on my collar: though why my master put it there I can't tell; for everybody knows me, and almost everybody is my friend. People stop in the street to pat me; the little children love to have me play with them, because I never snarl and bite; and the butcher round the corner saves me a bone every day. I think butchers are very nice men. Every morning I go down street to get the newspaper for my master. The bookseller always has it rolled up, waiting for me, and puts it in my mouth; and back I trot as fast as my legs will go. To-day I had a hard time of it; for, just as I got nicely started for home, some bad boys who were playing in the road saw me, and thought it would be fine fun to catch me, and take my paper away. They ran after me, hooting and yelling; and I was so frightened, that I trembled all over. But I could run faster than they; and they soon gave up the chase. That was not the end, though; for one of them threw a stone after me, which hit me on one of my paws, and so I came home limping. But do you suppose I let the newspaper drop? Not a bit of it.