stand still, fat boy, because I told the star-boys
not to move. You are the earth, and must do what the earth does. Don't
you know what it does? Oh! it does not run away. Come back, and I will
tell you what it does. It turns around just as a top spins. That is
right. Every time the earth turns, it makes a day and a night, by
turning towards the sun, and away from it again.

Don't turn so fast, my dear: you make the days and nights too short, and
you will be dizzy. Besides, you are turning the wrong way. The earth
turns from west to east, and you must remember you are the earth, and
not Charlie. Now go the other way, and more slowly, and keep your eyes
on the little boys who are the sun and stars.

We will suppose now that Frank is the sun. There he is just behind you.
He is shining now on the other side of the earth,--on your back. As you
turn around to the left, to the east, you begin to see him: he rises.
Now, as you turn more towards him, he seems to pass in front of you
towards the west, and pretty soon he is out of sight. He has set. So
much for the sun.

It is just the same if you look at the stars,--John, or Willie, or
James. As you turn round they all seem to be going round you. Now can't
you see, that, as the real earth turns around, the sun and stars about
it seem to you to rise and set, although they stand still, like Frank
and John and Willie and James.

A great many years ago, everybody supposed that the earth stood still,
and the sun and stars revolved around it; but a wise man named
Copernicus found out the mistake, and you had better call your game the
Copernican game.

M. E. R.

[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON BY HARRISON WEIR.

VOL. XXII.--NO. 5.]

THE FARM.

VERY often in summer, after looking at the sky, and consulting the
barometer, my father would say to me, "Tell John to bring around the
horse and carryall, and we will all go out to the farm for the day."
John had the horse harnessed in a little while, mother sent out a great
basket of lunch, and in less than half an hour we were all off,--father,
mother, Dick, and I.

The farm was seven miles in the country, and the road leading to it was
a fine one. There were some hills, to be sure; but, whenever we came to
one, Dick and I used to climb out of the back-window, and hang on
behind, fancying that we lightened the load by not being inside. We
always enjoyed the ride very much