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OUR CHILDREN'S CORNER.I

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OUR CHILDREN'S CORNER. PLAYING AT INDIANS. So we all fell to playing at Indiana. And, of course, it's quite easy when you know how. A striped rug or two, a few peacock's feathers, an<l, d.3 far as looks go, there you are! Emily, being the eldest, said that she would be the chief's squaw, with the youngest Japa-oeee doll for a papoose. She walked about in a very grand and stately wav when she didn't trip over her rug, which was fai rly often. June, Tokio, and I sat on the floor and rocked ourselves to and fro with weird noises, as I believe the In- dians do when they are upset. Tokio, being at heart a Japanese, wouldn't rock in true Indian style at all in spite of his feathers, so I had to keep shaking him. It's quite easy if you pretend you've got the tooth- ache. But I soon got tired of that, and sug- gested a war-dance. So we got the fire- irons and a tea-tray, and a few other nice noisy things of an Indian sort, and danced "?l7 ly rounkl and round the schoolroom. And while we danced we sang "Nick-nac- noshion-nadv O-ic-shy-on O-ic-shy-en (which is a real Indian song1) at the top of our voices. It was all going most splondidly, and we were getting worked up to a glorious pitch of excitement, when somehow or other I pushed Jane a-gainst the bookcase, and down it came on top of us' It always had a wobbly top, and so I wasn't surprised. Fortunately, it was a small one and not very Jieavv, • bo IRVO weren't much hurt. We scrambled from under it and looked about to see what damag e had been done, while Jane rubbed her shoulder and I I rubbed mv knee. The too of the bookcase had come off, and some china ornaments I which had decorated it lav smashed in eSrrithereens. Also, in falling, it had h¡ O'('d. to acrape a picture or two off the side wall, breaking the glass and chipping the frames. And a great silence! 5*2^* silence frightened us more than any- tfling eisq. It made us feel we had better "take to the woods." Fcotsteps coming hurriedly downetairs decided us. "e I scrambled out of the window, raced pell-mell across the lawn, rushed through the kitchen garden, and dived into the shrubbery. Here, in the great trackless forest of the Fa-r, Far West, the rhododendrons fling- pro- tecting arms about you, which, though bad for clothes, are excellent when the grown- ups are on your trail. A SWEET TOOTH. I "Honey is sweet," said Bobbie Bear, Eating with all his might; "This is the best I've had this year Then, to hid sudden fright, Out came the bees so angrily, Stung hiin and buzzed around. Honey is st-but bees can be Bitter, as Bobbie found! I HOW THE PARROT LOST HER NAME. It would not have happened if the Donkey had not been so fond of music. He could not play a. bit, but he thought that he could, so ho strummed on the piano from morning till night. What made it worse was that the Crow was fond of music, too. Though she could not sing a bit, she shouted at the top of her voice all the time the Donkey was playing. No wonder the Parrot was cross. She lived in the room exactly above, so of course she heard every note of the muisic. "I won't put up with it a day longer," said she. "If that piano is not dumb by to- morrow my name is not Polly." The men had been mending the road with tar. Polly knew that they had left a big pot full of the black sticky stuff in the held opposite when they went home. She made up her mind to heat this tar, and to pour it, boiling- hot, through the cracks in her floor on to the piano in the room below. "I guess it will noon stick down the notes of that old mutricaJ box," said she with a chuckle. It was quite a good plan, and she set to work to carry it out. She was obliged to hea.t the tar cut in the field, lor it would never have done to light a fire on the floor of her room. It was quite an easy matter to light the fire. And as she did not stay to watch it, but flew up to the top of the sticks on which the pot was hanging, with a spoon, ready to stir the tar with, she did not snow that the fioe went out again almost directly. "What's all this?" said a grunty voice. It belonged to a pink Pig, and there were several more Pigs a little way off. "What's all this?" grunted the Pig once, more. "Tar, of oourso," replied the Parrot, rather crossly. "Tar!" exclaimed the Pigs all together. "What is tar?" "'Oh, mind your own business!" snapped PoHy. v-ac, the P biisines, Any- Perhaps tar va? the Pig3' business. Any- way, they all began to mind it at once. They sniffed the pot, and pushed and poked it until at last the pot toppled over and all the tar was spilt. Most of it wa? splashed in big black spot? on the pink backs of the Pigs. How funny they looked! How rude were they to the" Parrot But Polly was more than a match for them. She was crosser and crosser. She scolded until qhk, was quite out of breath. Then she went home and listened to the Donkev's and Crow's duet. But she was never called Polly after that. She could not be. you see. because, as the t piano was nofc dumb, Polly was no longer her name. I NATTOO AND THE ELEPHANT. I It was the Rajah's birthday, and because of that all his subjects pa-ssed before him in a grand procession, and laid beautiful gifts at his feet. Little Nattoo and his sister Chandi were very excited, for they loved seeing all the elephants and camels and bullocks, and the wonderful gifts and the hundreds of men. Nattoo specially liked the elephants, for he meant to be an elephant driver when he grew rp. They stopped to watch them for some time, and then Chandi went on to the river to get some water, and Xattco, much to his dTst, had to go with her. Thev came to the river, and just as Chandi was bending over to reach the water they heard a very loud noise in the distance, jrraduallv coming nearer and nearer. "What can it he cried Chanel i. "It's a ruiKi*vv:i v elephant^ shouted Nat- too; "stand be^ Chandi, I'll stop it!" And before the astoni-ied Chandi could say a word, she saw a huge elephant rushing to- wards them with a lot of veiling men on 1?atlco was st-,iidin g its ba--k-etnd little Aattco was standing ris? in its path, ckllI1g out h:a hands and caIHT? it. Chandi ?ave a shr?k She 1 thought the elephant v.s going right over N. but rn?pad or that it stopped still, atto<), but iii?,4?ea d o' tlip little I)c>y and curled its trunk round the little boy and lifted him up beside the ingaaned driver. Hw proud Nottoo felt' He knew and loved every elephant in the town, and as he knew that elephants never hurt their friends he the Rajaii ha?t felt fr?hten?d of And the Rajah va? so pleased with brave little Nat;\teoo that h?- promised he should be one of his elephant drivers when be grew u p.

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