ack, and it was sunset, and a change had passed
over the place. The sky was pink and golden, the waves were bathed in
light; the sea was as transparent as a sapphire, and you looked through
the sapphire roof and saw a golden floor.

Sure enough that was the floor of the dancing-room, and the tide had
crept up the sides of the rock, and all the little seaweeds looked
yellow and golden, and danced up and down in the arms of the waves.

The boat looked over its shoulder, and saw them: it would willingly have
gone back to the scene and danced up and down with the rest, but it
never saw them again, for it was bound to a far-off land, never to
return.

LUCIE COBBE.

HARRY'S RABBIT.

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Harry Pearson was rather a good sort of boy, but he had one very bad
habit. He was the greatest stone-thrower in all Tolhurst Village.

It was Harry who had broken the draper's window and the glass of Squire
Stopford's greenhouse. He had not been found out; but he knew well
enough who had done the mischief, so when one afternoon, as he was
running home from school, he saw a man putting up a great placard
announcing that stone-throwers would be prosecuted, he felt very much
frightened.

He was just slinking home when out came his father, the Squire's
gardener.

Harry thought that his father had found out about the stone-throwing,
and hung down his head.

But, instead of scolding him as, he had expected, his father said, as if
he were pleased--

"Harry, Master Edgar is better to-day, and he wants you to come in now
and wheel his chair for him."

Harry's face brightened at once; for there were few things he liked
better than to be allowed to go into the Squire's beautiful garden when
Master Edgar, the Squire's only son, was well enough to come out in his
wheeled-chair.

Edgar Stopford was about the same age as Harry; but he had never been
strong, and for more than a year he had been lame.

"All right, father!" exclaimed Harry gleefully. "Is he in the garden?"

And without waiting for an answer he ran in and found Edgar Stopford
waiting for him.

"Harry," said Edgar, "I want you to take me in the chair round to the
stable, for I want to see the young rabbits. How old are they now,
Harry? I've been so ill that I can't quite remember."

"Seven weeks old to-day," said Harry. "I want to see them again very
much, Master Edgar. They're such beauties; I can't help thinking of them
every day."

"You haven't an