ONE YEAR OLD.


Hold her up, mamma, and let us all have a look at her. Is she not a dear
little thing?

She is not a bit afraid, but only puzzled at being stared at by so many
people. She does not know what to make of it.

She clutches at her mother's chin, as much as to say, "Tell me what this
means."

It means, baby, that you are one year old. This is your birthday, and
we have come to call on you.

[Illustration: Nurse, Baby, & Cat]

But here is Jane, the nurse. Has she come to take you away from us? We
are not ready to part with you.

You want to go with her? Well, that is too bad! You like her better
than you do me. I must see what she does that makes you so fond of her.

She takes you to the barn, and shows you the horse and the cow. Then she
lets you look out of the barn-window. There you spy the kitten.

The kitten sees you, and jumps up on the basket, and looks in your face.
You put out your little hand, and try to reach her.