There she sat, hugging him close, with her cheek resting on his head,
when the tired, anxious mother, hurrying on ahead of Bub, came running
down the hill.

Many times after that, the baby was a "bother" to Mandy, but she was
never heard to call him so.




THE SILLY GOOSE.

_(An Old Story Re-told.)_

BY E.A. SMULLER.


[Illustration]


There's a queer old story which you shall hear.
It happened, once on a time, my dear,
That a goose went swimming on a pond,
A pleasure of which all geese are fond.
She sailed about, and to and fro,
The waves bent under her breast of snow,
And her red feet paddled about below,
But she wasn't a happy goose--oh no!