Mr. Kinahan’s note suggests that “Fivestones” may be an independent game, instead of a derivative from “Hucklebones.” If this is so, we have interesting evidence of the spread or transmission of one game from at least two centres. Professor Attwell, in _Notes and Queries_, 8th ser., iv. 201, suggests that “Hucklebones” was introduced into Europe by the Romans, and was spread throughout the countries which formed the empire by means of Roman colonists and soldiers. Mr. Newell (_Games_, pp. 190-93) describes a similar game to “Fivestones” played in Boston under the name of “Otadama,” or “Japanese Jacks.” This game is of Japanese origin, “Tedama” (that is, “Handballs”) being its proper name. He says there can be no doubt that the two forms of this amusement are branches of the same root; and we thus have an example of a game which, having preserved its essential characteristics for thousands of years, has fairly circumnavigated the globe, so that the two currents of tradition, westward and eastward, from Europe and Asia, have met in America. See “Checkstones,” “Dibs,” “Hucklebones,” “Jackstones.” Flowers Sides are chosen; each side must have a “home” at the top and bottom of the ground where the children are playing. One side chooses a flower and goes over to the other side, the members of which stand in a row facing the first side. The first side states the initial letters of the flower it has chosen, and when the second side guesses the right flower they run and try to catch as many of the opposite side as they can before they reach their home. The captives then become members of the side which captured them.—Bitterne, Hants (Mrs. Byford). Follow my Gable [Music] —Earls Heaton, Yorkshire. [Music] —Redhill, Surrey. I. Follow my gable ’oary man, Follow my gable ’oary man, I’ll do all that ever I can To follow my gable ’oary man. We’ll borrow a horse and steal a gig, And round the world we’ll have a jig, And I’ll do all that ever I can To follow my gable ’oary man. —Earls Heaton, Yorks (Herbert Hardy). II. Holy Gabriel, holy man, Rantum roarum reeden man, I’ll do all as ever I can To follow my Gabriel, holy man.[3] —Redhill, Surrey (Miss G. Hope). III. I sell my bat, I sell my ball, I sell my spinning-wheel and all; And I’ll do all that ever I can To follow the eyes of the drummer man. —Luton, Bedfordshire (Mrs. Ashdown).