O'er the billows of gold and amber grain
There is no one in sight--but, hark again:
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!"

Ah! I see why he calls; in the stubble there
Hide his plump little wife and babies fair!
So contented is he, and so proud of the same,
That he wants all the world to know his name:
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!"

--GEORGE COOPER.




HOW MARY GOT A NEW DRESS


Mary lived a long time ago. She was a little girl when your
great-great-grandmother was a little girl.

In those days all cloth had to be made at home. Aunt Dinah, Aunt Chloe,
and Aunt Dilsey were kept busy spinning and weaving to make clothes for
the whole plantation.

One day Mary's mother said, "Aunt Dilsey, Mary needs a new dress, and I
want you to weave some cloth at once. Can you weave some very fine
cloth?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Aunt Dilsey. "I have some cotton I've been saving to