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THE STORY-BOOK. · LITTLE Maggie has had a charming story-book given her, which she is reading to her good sister Alice, who helps her with all the long words. Maggie can only read very short words at present, but she is extremely anxious to learn more, and her sister takes great pains to teach her, so no doubt she will soon get over all her difficulties.
The story she likes best in her book is about a little Fairy who comes and tickles people's noses when they are asleep, and makes them dream of all sorts of funny things. When you dream anything very absurd, you may be sure it is because Queen Mab, as the Fairy is called, has been tickling your nose. If you don't want her to come, and wish to have wise dreams instead of foolish ones, you must put your nose into a paper bag before going to sleep, and then of course Queen Mab won't be able to tickle it.
THE WINTER WALK. MILLICENT Wood set out one fine winter's morning with her dog Lion to walk to the nearest village to get a bottle of medicine for her mamma. She did not go by the road, but by a nearer path across the fields, which were glistening with frozen snow. It was astonishing how many adventures she met with in her short walk. First she found a poor little starved robin, who was nearly frozen to death ; so she picked him up and held him in her warm hands under her cloak, until he began to revive and gave a faint chirp. Then Lion chased a water-rat along the bank, and nearly caught it; for the stream was frozen, and the poor rat could not get into its accustomed hole. And lastly, who should she meet as she came back from the village but her cousin Arthur, who had been away at school for ever so long, and was now returning home for the holidays.
THE SEA-SIDE. How delightful it is to go to the seaside in the summer holidays and think of nothing all day long but enjoying oneself. Tom and Harry and Arthur and Horace have quite forgotten that there is such a tiresome book in the world as a Latin Grammar; and as for sums, they could not add up a sum if they tried, and they don't mean to try. But they will remember all about it when they go back to school, and will do their work all the better for the real jolly holiday they are now having. “Work in earnest and play in earnest” is their motto, and a very good one it is. You see they are playing in earnest now. What a capital castle they have built! It is a pity to think that the next tide will come and wash it all away, and leave the sand as smooth as ever. But the boys will not mind that, and will contrive some new fun for to-morrow.