brook, and there found the deer quietly grazing.

Just as Mr. Brisk was preparing to fire, uncle Ralph threw a stone at
the deer, and sent him off on a fast gallop through the woods.

"Hallo! What did you do that for?" asked Mr. Brisk.

"I did it so that you should not have a venison dinner," said uncle
Ralph, laughing.

Mr. Brisk was pretty mad at first; but at last he joined in the laugh,
and we all had a good feast on strawberries instead Of Venison.

THOMAS STAFFORD.

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[Illustration]


BABY READING TO HER MOTHER.


She is tired of her dolly, and tired of her play,
And she thinks she will read to her mother to-day.

So, seated on the carpet, this little Kitty Brown