all much amused; and our little boys and girls laughed heartily.
We gave the Indians some money to buy their breakfast, and they said,
"Yank, yank!"

When they, or a like party, come again, I will tell you more about them.

CARLOS.

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PLAYING TABLEAUX.

THE picture of "Miss Jones" in the February "Nursery" reminded me of two
other little girls who are as fond of "playing people" as Edith May.

Nearly every day in winter, when they cannot play out of doors, these
little girls dress up to represent different characters. They call this
"Playing Tableaux;" but their _tableaux_ are something more than
pictures, as they act their parts as well as dress them.

Sometimes, for instance, one of the little girls appears as a peddler,
who is quite as hard to get rid of as a real one.

Sometimes a washerwoman comes in, and gets about tubs and clothes, and
makes all the confusion of washing-day.

Sometimes papa's great shaggy black coat covers what pretends to be
"your good old dog Tiger," who is very kind to his friends, but has
loud, fierce "bow-wow-wows" and sharp bites for those who are not good
to him.

Sometimes poor little lame Jimmy, who can only walk on crutches, comes
in to sell shoe-strings, "because," he says, "you know I can do nothing
else to help my poor mother."

Sometimes a ring at the door-bell calls our attention to the wants of a
deaf-and-dumb beggar, who makes fearful gestures till he is fed, and
then forgets that he cannot speak, and says, "Thank you!" in a very
familiar voice.

When these little girls have company, they often fit out travelling
parties for California, or a trip to Europe; and the baggage they make
out to collect would serve very well if they were "really and truly
going," as they tell us they are.

Their good-bys are very affecting as they kiss us all, and beg us write
by the first mail.

AUNT MERCY.

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A-MAYING.

WHEN the wild March winds were blowing,
Not so very long ago,
And it still kept snowing, snowing,
Piling, drifting,
Heaping, sifting,
Snow on snow,
Faithless Fanny said, "Spring never
Will be here; 'twill snow forever;
And I don't believe I