nd hang it on that nail in the wall. Now, give it a
toss to and fro, and you will see kit jump at once to bite it, and tap
it with her paw."

Ann did as she was bid. She gave the cork a toss in the air, when up
flew the kit like a shot. She hit it with both paws; she did jump up
with all four of her legs high in the air; and you may be sure that
she had no end of fun and play.

Just then, old Aunt Peg, the cook, came in. She was a good old soul,
tho' her face was so dark, and her hair was made of wool. She was so
fond of Ann, she did just what the wee girl told her to do. If Ann went
to Aunt Peg, and put her soft hands on the neck of the old cook, and
laid her head on her dark hand, and said, "O dear Aunt Peg! do make me a
pie to-day, and I will love you _so_ much," then, let me tell you, Aunt
Peg set to work at once, and a fine pie was made in less than an hour.

Well, this day, Aunt Peg said: "What am I to cook, ma'am?"

"Oh!" said mam-ma, "we will have some ham and eggs, and peas, and
rice, and----"

"_Pie!_" said Ann. "O yes! you must make me a big pie, Aunt Peg, or
you will get your head shot off."

"O good-y! I hope not, Miss Ann," said Aunt Peg. "If you cut my head
off, I shall hop up and down like the poor hen who flew in our yard
from next door with her head off; and then all the pies you will get
will be the dirt pies you make your-self; and they are not as good to
eat as mine, are they?"

"Oh! I was in fun, dear Aunt Peg," said Ann. "You must not have your
dear old head cut off;" and she ran up to the cook, and took her hand,
and gave it two soft, kind pats.

Then the good old soul went off to make the pie, and fry the ham and
eggs, and boil the peas and rice.

Ann sat down to make a red silk bag for her mam-ma, to keep her ball
of blue yarn in. It was not more than half done, when all at once the
rain did stop, and a sun-beam came like a dart in the room, and lit on
the end of Ann's nose. "Why! look at the sun!" said she with a cry of
joy, and ran to the door.

The sky was blue; the sun's rays made each drop of rain look like a
gem; and when a bird flew past Ann with a wild song of joy, Ann sang
too, she was so glad. The bees went to work with a will, to make up
for the time they had lost by the rain; and they flew home to the hive
with bags full of food, you may be sure.

Then Ann came in to get her hat, and flew out once more, as gay as a
lark, when her mam-ma said: "Come back, come back, my