faint light of the early dawn was coming through the eastern
window-panes. Where was baby? Oh! what had Nellie done with him? She
jumped from the bed, ran here and there, but could not find him.

At last she looked in the cradle, and there he was, lying snugly asleep.
Without knowing what she had done, she had put him in the cradle, and
had covered him up, and then, without undressing herself, had gone and
lain down on the bed. "Oh, you darling, you darling!" cried Nellie; but
the tears came to her eyes, and she could say no more.

MARY ATKINSON.

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ANNIE'S WISH.


"I wish I were a fairy,--
A fairy kind and good,
I'd have a splendid palace
Beside a waving wood.
And there my fairy minstrels
Their golden harps should play;
And little fairy birdies
Should carol all the day.

"A hundred fairy minions