Several other boys joined them at Rob's invitation, and they soon found a pleasant, shady spot near a cool spring. "Very handy," said Tom, "for making lemonade." We have not space to tell all the good things that were said at the feast. In fact, there was no reporter present. But it was a jolly affair. When it was ended, three cheers were given for Robby Rand, and three more for his basket; and then the boys started for home, to wind up the fun with a game of ball. UNCLE CHARLES. A LETTER FROM HONOLULU. LAST Christmas my mamma gave me a bound volume of "The Nursery," and I have been wanting to tell you how much I like it. I live in Honolulu, way off in the Pacific Ocean. I wonder if many of your readers know what a pretty place Honolulu is. The town faces the open sea; but those who have been accustomed to the stormy Atlantic or the Northern Pacific would scarcely believe that this calm blue water is the ocean. Back of the town are two mountains,--"Punch-bowl" and "Diamond Head." Between them there is a cocoanut-grove, near which there is a nice place for sea-bathing. As it is a short drive from town, we often go there to bathe, and have great fun. We have no winter here, and it is never too cold to bathe. I am trying to learn to swim. Sometimes I get tired of having it always summer, and wish for the fun that the snow and ice bring, about which I read so much in "The Nursery." I go to a kindergarten, and we learn a great many of your songs. Some of your poetry we have made into songs, and we like them very much. Last summer, at the closing exercises of our class, we played the "Kindergarten Game" published in the January number of last year, and every one was delighted with it. If you like this letter I may write again, and tell you about a feast that I went to, in celebration of the birthday of the little Victoria-Kawekin-Kaiulani-Lunalilo-Kalaninuiahilapalapa. Is it not a pretty name? I cannot pronounce it all for I do not speak the native language. I am a little German girl and my name is ALEXANDRA. [Illustration] [Illustration: Music] CHRISTMAS TIME. T. CRAMPTON. 1. Come, stir the fire, 'tis Christmas time! While loud the winds howl o'er us, We'll hail the day with joyful lay, And raise the swelling chorus. Time, who brings both care and sorrow, Bids them slumber till to-morrow, Bids them slumber till to-morrow. 2 To joyous music's merry strain Responsive hearts are beating, And happy voices join amain The carol, Christmas greeting. Hearts with fondest rapture swelling, Glow while lips their thoughts are telling.