and they ran! Jack called out, "Whoa,
Rover! Stop, Rover!" But Rover didn't stop. He wanted to catch the
rabbit and he forgot about Jack.

At last the rabbit ran toward a hole under the wall, where Rover could
not get him. But Rover dashed after him as fast as he could go.
"Bumpity-bump" went the little wagon, and just as Rover missed the
rabbit, the wheel struck a big stone and poor _Jack_ tumbled out on the
ground. But he didn't cry. He was not hurt much, and he wasn't
frightened at all. He ran and caught Rover, and said, "Oho! Who cares
for a little bump like that? You're a funny horse, Rover. But you didn't
catch your rabbit, you old runaway--did you?"

I had a little Kitten,
His name was Pussy Grey--
I lent him to a Lady
While I was far away--
She petted him, she fed him
On things to make him fat--
And now I have him back again
My Kitten is a Cat!

HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN

BY EVERETT WILSON

It was a bright spring morning, and all the animals on the Meadowbrook
Farm had been given their breakfast, and the Piggy-wig family had
settled down to a cozy nap. Suddenly there was heard a great noise and
rushing out in the apple orchard. Old Mother Piggy-wig jumped up on her
hind legs and looked over the fence of her sty to see what it was all
about. The little pig that went to market, and the little pig that
stayed at home, also jumped up, quite as excited as their mother. Then
the little pig that had roast beef, and the little pig that had none,
woke up, and they, too, scampered about, wishing to know what was going
on down under the apple-trees. But before old Mother Piggy-wig could
tell them, the little pig, who, one day, could not find his way home,
found a big hole in the lower board of the sty, and at once shouted:

"Oh, I see what it is! It is little Polly going to have her picture
taken."

And, sure enough, there was Polly's brother Ned with his camera; and
after him came Polly, and after Polly came--guess what!

Well, first there came Blackie, the cat, then came Banty, the hen; and
then came Gyp, the dog. And such a mew-mewing, and cluck-clucking, and
bow-wowing you never heard!

Polly had often had her picture taken, but it was always with her papa
or her mamma, and she had never had her picture taken with her pets. So
brother Ned had promised that on her birthday he would take her picture
with all of her pets--if they would only keep still. This