hen and the chickens too; but Mother Biddy sprang up and faced him so
boldly, that he did not know what to make of it.

[Illustration: The Chickens That Were Wiser Than Lottie]

She seemed to say, "Come on my fine fellow, if you dare. You have got to
eat me before you eat my chicks; and you'll find me rather tough."

So the hawk changed his mind at the last moment. He thought he would
wait till he could catch the chickens alone. The chickens were saved,
though one of them was nearly dead with fright.

RUTH KENYON.




A HUNT FOR BOY BLUE.


We have a little three-year-old boy at our house, who likes to hear
stories, and his mother tells him a great many. But there is one which
pleases him more than all the rest, and perhaps the little readers of
"The Nursery" will like it too.

You have all heard of little Boy Blue, and how he was called upon to
blow his horn; but I don't think any of you know what a search his
father had to find him. This is the story.

Boy Blue lived on a large farm, and took care of the sheep and cows. One