You may watch," said she,

"Watch and see if any one comes." Soon a kind lady came along.

She saw the little baby among the reeds. "You dear little baby!" said she,

"How did you get here?

I will take you home with me.”

Then the little sister came near.

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"I have found a little baby," said the lady. 'Do you know any one who would help take care of him?"

The little girl ran and got her mamma. She did not tell the lady it was her mamma. The mamma went home with the lady. She took care of her own dear baby. The bad man did not find him.

Do you know the baby's name?

A DAY IN JUNE.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days.

* *

The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;

The cowslip startles in meadows green,

The buttercup catches the Sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace ;

The little bird sits at his door in the Sun,
A tilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'er run
With the deluge of Summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,

In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best?

We sit in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;

We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;

The breeze comes whispering in our ear

That dandelions are blossoming near,

That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,

That the robin is plastering his house hard by ;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For other couriers we should not lack;

We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing.

--The Vision of Sir Launfal (Lowell),

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"Yes, Mamma," said Persephone.

Away she ran as fast as she could.
Persephone loved the water fairies.
She liked to play with them.