early. She did not like to be bathed, but
she was very fond of playing in the water.

One day, when she was at her bath, her mother's back was turned, and
little Miss Flossie turned her slipper into a boat and set it afloat
in her little bath-tub. Then she pushed it about and made believe it
was sailing. By and by it got full of water and sank, crew and all.
This made her cry, and that made her mother look round. Flossie's
shoe-boat was taken from her, and then she cried more. Her mother knew
best, and was very firm. Miss Flossie had to give up being a sailor,
and put on her pink dress and go downstairs.

R. W. L.

NELLIE'S LUNCH.

Little Nellie lived in California. Her papa was going on a visit to
his old home in Maine, but Nellie was to stay at home with her mamma.
Just before her father left, her mother took his great-coat, brushed
it, and said, "I have put some handkerchiefs in this pocket, and in
the other one is a nice lunch of cake and fruit."

The father and mother were so busy that they took no notice of Nellie.
But she had heard what mamma said. Her first thought was that she must
put something in papa's pocket, too.

[Illustration: {NELLIE MAKES LUNCH FOR HER FATHER.}]

Her mother had been changing Nellie's clothes, and a soiled little
stocking lay on the floor. The child had a small cake of maple sugar
in her hand that she was eating. She took up the stocking and crammed
the sugar down into the toe. She then rolled it up tight and tucked it
down in one corner of her papa's pocket. No one saw her do it. The
first that was known of what she had done was one day after her papa
had reached his old home. He was searching his pocket for something
when he felt the little stocking. He took it out, and when he saw what
it was, what a good laugh he had! And how it made him think of his
little Nellie, who was so far away!

Nellie's papa showed me the little stocking and the cake of sugar. He
said he would save them until Nellie was older, and she could then see
what a nice lunch she had put up for her papa.

NELLIE BURNS.

[Illustration: {A PORTRAIT OF DIME.}]

DIME AND THE BABY.

Bow-wow! Here I am again! I told you before that my name is Dime; but
the baby calls me "Bow-wow." Do you know why? It is because I always
say "Bow-wow." It is all the word I know how to say.

Do you know our baby? She has big black eyes, and her mouth looks like