if there is a moth on it, grandmamma."

Grandmamma smiled and said, "Jack might go and look, and then he could
tell his sisters what he saw."

Jack scampered away, and after a minute or two he was back with the
report that he had counted seven winged flies and moths all busy feeding
upon the honey of the different blossoms of the plant!

"Insects can smell things at a far greater distance than we can," said
grandmamma. "The sense of smell seems to be their strongest sense."

"Do you think it is a good thing to be able to smell so very much,
grandmamma?"

"Certainly I do. I know a keen sense of smell is sometimes disagreeable
for its owner; but as a rule, when a smell is unpleasant it is
unwholesome, and the nose is like a sentinel that gives warning of
danger, so that we may either get out of the way or remove the cause.
Some people really seem to have no noses, considering what they will
endure in the way of bad smells, and how careless they are about keeping
windows shut that ought to be opened to let in the fresh air and
sunshine.

"You must remember, children, that your five senses are but doors which
the mind must keep open. It is the mind that perceives. We say, 'I
perceive this apple is sour;' 'I perceive this cloth is rough;' 'I
perceive a smell of roses;' 'I perceive this flower is white;' 'I
perceive the birds are singing.' So the word 'perceive' will do for
tasting, feeling, smelling, seeing, and hearing."

X.

_THE SIX CLOSED DOORS._

"Say what is it, Eyes, ye see?
Shade and sunshine, flower and tree;
Running waters swift and clear,
And the harvests of the year.--
Tell me, Ears, what ye have heard?
Many and many a singing bird;
Winds within the tree-tops going,
Rapid rivers strongly flowing;
Awful thunder, ocean strong,
And the kindly human tongue.--
These and more an entrance find
To the chambers of the mind."

ANON.

The end of the visit had come at last. Tom and Katey were at Woodside
spending the last day with their cousins. It was evening: the long
shadows were falling over the lawn, and the summer air was still.

Grandmamma was sitting under a tree on the lawn knitting, when the
children clustered around with the old request, "Please, grandmamma,
tell us a story."

Grandmamma looked a little gravely upon the dear, eager faces, and
began:--

"A little boy found himself one day, he could not tell how, in a cell,
or rather a small room, which was very comfortable. He could