Till dawning of light;
The evening has come, there's no more to be said:
It's time little people were going to bed!

T. HOOD.

[Illustration: GOING TO BED.]




THE CAT AND THE PARROT.


A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house
cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the
cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly's food, or
something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or
so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme
affection, "Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy." Pussy went and looked up
innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped
its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away
half frightened to death.




BABY.