"The boy must be deaf if he does not hear that," said uncle Tom. Then they all shouted together once more. In a moment they heard Johnny's voice in reply. "I'm coming in a minute," said he. "Hurry up," cried uncle Tom. "We are waiting for you." It was five minutes before Johnny appeared, and then he came holding something in his hand triumphantly. "What in the world have you there?" said aunt Jane. "Something better than wild flowers," said Johnny. Now what do you suppose it was? It was a live crab, which the boy had found among the rocks on the shore. "You are not going to take it home with you, are you?" said aunt Jane. "Of course I am," said Johnny. "Well, jump in," said uncle Tom, "crab and all. We can't stop any longer." So Johnny scrambled into the wagon with the rest, and off they drove. UNCLE SAM. [Illustration] [Illustration] BABY BOBBY. I KNOW a house so full of noise, You'd think a regiment of boys, From early morn till close of day, Were busy with their romping play. And yet, I'm ready to declare, There is but one small youngster there,-- A little golden-headed chap, Who used to think his mother's lap The nicest place that e'er could be, Until he grew so big that he Was most a man, and learned what fun It is to shout and jump and run. This restless, noisy little elf Has learned, alas! to think himself Too old in mother's arms to sleep; Yet his blue eyes he cannot keep From hiding 'neath their lids so white; And, climbing to the sofa's height, He snuggles down, forgets his play, And into Dreamland sails away; And then it is that mamma knows Why the whole house so silent grows. MARY D. BRINE. MILLY AND JIP. THIS is a little English girl. Her name is Mildred; but she is usually called Milly. She has always lived in a fine old house, with lovely grounds about it, not far from London. But now she is going, with her father and mother, to India. She thinks it will be very nice to be travelling so far away with them; but she is sorry to leave her kind grandmother, and all her aunts and cousins. She could not help crying when she said good-by to them. "I cannot go without my Jip," she said to her mother the day before leaving. "Oh, no, darling!" said her mother. "I wouldn't think of leaving the little dog behind. He will be a fine play-fellow for you on board the ship." So she has Jip cuddled close in her arms, you see. It is late in November, and the weather is cold. But Milly has plenty of warm fur wraps to protect her and her pet too. [Illustration] She will soon be far away from cold weather, and when she reaches India, she will laugh at the thought of ever being bundled up in all that fur. JANE OLIVER. LAWN-TENNIS. [Illustration]