Little Mamie Evans had been spending a week in R. by the kindness of the Fresh Air Fund Society.

"Well, Mamie," said her mother when she came home," what did you like best of all you saw while you were away?"

"Oh!" came the quick reply, "the little black cat and the grass and the red

clover."

Oh, the long, long days of the sweet June weather,
With the lilies and roses a-bloom together,

With the birds a-twitter among the trees,
With the grass so green and the sky so blue,
Like a bit of heaven just peeping through!
My hammock sways with the sighing breeze.
All the livelong day I can swing and sing,

And my heart's just brimming over;
And my little black cat's asleep at my feet
In a bed of crimson clover.

Oh, the long, long days of the city's heat,

With the hot gray pavements beneath your feet,
With the sunset red in the glowing sky,

With the noise of wheels and the tramp of feet,

When the breezes faint in the sultry heat,

And even the clouds go hurrying by

Where the days are wearily long and dull
And the night shuts down like a cover;

Where you tumble and toss through the hot, dark hours
And wish that your life was over.

But there are kind hearts full of love and pity
In the hurrying crowds of the sweltering city;
And, when you are little and poor and ill,

They send you away where the west winds blow,
Where the soft cloud-shadows come and go;

Where 't is comforting just to see the grass,

As it ripples and waves when the light winds pass;
Where the brook trickles softly down the hill;

Where the whole wide world is cool and still.
Ah, those kind, good friends! How I bless them all,
And thank them over and over!

But most of all for the little black cat
And the grass and the crimson clover.

-Every Other Sunday.

ONE

What the Pigeons Said

By Frances M. Crawford, Cohoes, N. Y.

NE beautiful sunny morning a mother pigeon said to her three little ones, "Fly away now, my children; but when you come back tonight let each of you tell me the most beautiful thing you saw while away."

The pigeons started off upon their long flight, and when they came back at night they gathered about the mother and told her what they had

seen.

One of the pigeons said: "I flew upon a roof; and, looking over the edge of it saw a boy taking his little sister to kindergarten. Some other boys were calling, 'Hurry up!' and he would have liked to run off with

them; but, instead, he walked slowly so that his little sister could keep up with him and he was very kind to her all the way. That was the most beautiful thing I saw," said the first pigeon.

Then one of the other pigeons said: "While I was flying about over a field I saw a great many children together; and I found that they were children from a kindergarten out for a walk. They were so pleased when they saw me that I flew about near them for a long time. Their happy faces were the loveliest sight I saw."

The youngest pigeon had said nothing. "Did you not see something