to see the pigs. The little pigs looked so funny running about the
large, clean sty, as if they loved the bright sunshine and liked to play
about in it. But when they fed they would put their feet in the trough,
and this was not very mannerly of them.

By the time the children had paid a visit to all the old places they
were getting rather tired, and then they went back to the house.




II.

_LISTENING IN THE WOODS._

"I hear the blackbird telling
His love-tale to his mate;
And the merry skylark swelling
The choir at 'heaven's gate.'
The cuckoo away in the thicket
Is giving his two old notes;
And the pet doves hung by the wicket
Are talking with ruffled throats.
The honey-bee hums as he lingers
Where shadows on clover heads fall;
And the wind with leaf-tipped fingers,
Is playing in concert with all."

ELIZA COOK.