om far and wide.
She wakes the baby brooklets,
Soft breezes hear her call;
She tells the little children
The sweetest tales of all.

Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well we know this dainty maiden,
For April is her name;
And we welcome her with gladness,
As the springtime comes again.

Mr. Frog's Story

Down in the garden is a pretty brook, and something funny happened one
day as I was sitting watching the tadpoles and minnows playing tag and
hide-and-go-seek. All at once something gave a jump out of the water and
with a loud "kerchunk," landed on a stone near by. It was Mr. Frog, and
as "kerchunk" in frog language means "how do you do?" I replied politely
and inquired for his health.

He assured me that he was well and happy, and went on talking. "Did you
know that I was once a tadpole just like those little creatures in the
brook?

"I have heard people say that you were," I answered. "You would not
believe it to look at me now, would you?"

"No," I said, for certainly he did not look at all like the queer little
animals I was watching.

"Yes," he continued, "once I was a tiny black egg in a globe of clear
white jelly, and floated around along the bank of this same brook. Soon
I grew into a wee tadpole, and freed myself from the globe of jelly,
and found I could swim about. I had a long flat tail which I used as
a paddle to help me swim. I had no feet nor legs then, but I grew very
fast, and soon two legs came out near my tail, and by and by two front
ones came, and I did not need my tail any more, so it disappeared. Then
I discovered that I had a long, slender tongue to catch insects with. My
skin, too, had changed, and is now covered with beautiful spots, and if
you look at my eyes you will see how bright they are.

"I live beside this brook with my family, and my cousins, the toads;
and in the spring and summer evenings we sing to our little tadpole
children, and tell them of the time when they, too, will grow up and be
toads and frogs."

Here Mr. Frog paused, and before I could thank him for his interesting
story, he gave a loud "kadunk," which means "good-by," and with a splash
he was off for a swim in the brook.

The Robin

One day, while walking home from the Kinder