One night I was going down to the pasture after the cow, and I saw Jip, our neighbor's dog run, barking, into a clump of alders; so boy fashion, I ran after him. As soon as I reached the bushes, out came a rabbit; then Jip and I joined in for a share of the fun. Jip caught him by the hind leg and tossed him into a pile of underbrush. The poor creature was so scared that he crouched down and did not attempt to stir. I caught him in my hands, and carried him home. Papa fixed a barrel for me to put him in. In the morning we built a pen for him in the barn. At first he was very wild, and would cry almost like a child; but I petted him a great deal, and when he found I was always kind, I could go in and lie down beside him on the hay, and he would hop back and forth over me. I kept him for a month; then as winter was coming, I thought I ought to let him go for fear I could not get the right kind of food for him. One day when I went to school I took him with me. When I reached the woods, I put him on the ground, but he would not go away from me. I had to carry him away into the middle of the woods; there I left him to find his old home. Your friend, ALUAN LARRABEE. - - - - - - DEAR PANSY: I have wished, ever since the first number of THE PANSY arrived, to try to thank you for your goodness to the children; at this late date, I have still nothing to offer save all the thanks from each of our family circle, that can possibly be crowded into one envelope. We were snowbound all winter. THE PANSY was almost our only visitor, and the good things it brings each month were devoured with such eagerness and gusto as are possible only to those who, like ourselves, have been famishing for lack of mental food. I try hard to keep the magazines clean, but they are read over and over again, and the pictures inspected with ever new delight; and they are in danger of being worn to tatters. The mother, being only a child of larger growth, enjoys the little books as much as her bairns, and is in much more need of their healthful and helpful teaching. I find one needs all the help possible to keep one's flag flying with its motto of "Onward," and its voice ever shouting "No surrender!" And this, amid all the wounds which that merciless tyrant, "Poverty," can inflict. May God bless and reward you, is a loving mother's prayer. - - - - - - DEAR PANSY: