take a longer journey by helping to ma the rivers larger before visiting cloudlan

Perhaps we may come to see you aga this winter. We cannot tell you no whether we shall come as rain or snow

Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say "Good by!
Good by, dear cloud, so cool and gray!"
Then lightly travels on its way.

And when a snow-flake finds a tree,
Good day!" it says, "Good day to the
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I'll rest and call my playmates here."

But when a snow-flake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek.

"Little white feathers filling the air, Little white feathers, how came you there?

'We came from the cloud birds sailing so high,

They're shaking their white wings up in the sky.'

"Little white feathers, how swift you go! Little white feathers, we love you so! 'We're swift because we have work to do;

Now hold up your faces, and we'll kiss. you true.'"

FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRDS.

"Fly away, little birds,
'Tis your season to go;
The winter is coming,

With cold winds and snow.

"The flowers have gone
From the meadows around,
To sleep in their seeds
And their roots underground.

"The leaves have turned brown,
On the bushes and trees,

And fall from the branches
In every light breeze.

"The moth lies asleep

In the bed he has spun,
And the bee stays at home
With his honey-work done.

"So now, little birds,

You must hasten away

To the south, where the sunshine

And blossoms will stay.

season

meadows

When the weather is fair,
And sing your sweet songs

In the warm pleasant air."

From my window I can see a hill, where in winter time the little folks come every day to coast.

Little girls and boys with their gay red, brown, blue, and green sleds have great sport when school is done, and all day long on Saturday.

Of course there are many tumbles in the snow, which cause much laughter and shouting. Sometimes very funny things happen.

13. THE EGG-SHELL BOATS.

The green boughs were arched above. The forest stream, after bounding over rough stones, flat stones, mossy stones, little stones, and big stones, and making a great noise about it, suddenly became smooth as glass in a pretty basin. It then dashed on in a greater hurry than before.

Just there the luncheon was spread. Lily did not care about that at all. She was sorry she had begged to come to this grown-folks' picnic. She wished herself at home with her playthings. She fretted and began to make herself unhappy. Her mamma looked sad. She was sorry that she had let Lily come.

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Why don't you eat something, Lily?" she asked.

"I am not hungry, mamma. I have been eating ever since we came; first, a peach, and then another one, and lots of cake.'

"What are you doing, Miss Louise?" she asked, turning to a young lady near