g Tennis.]

[Illustration: Our Puss Blowing Bubbles.]

Training Time

Supper is over,
Now for fun,
This is the season
Children must run;

Papa is reading;
Says, of these boys;
"Pray did you ever
Hear such a noise?"

Riding on "camels"
Over the floor,
See, one's a squirrel
Climbing the door;

There goes the baby
Flat on his nose,
Brother was trying
To tickle his toes.

Little he minds it,
Though he would cry,
Changed it to laughter
As Lyn galloped by;

Order is nowhere,
Fun is the rule;
Think, they are children
Just out of school.

Home is their palace;
They are the kings
Let them be masters,
Of just a few things;

Only one short hour
Out of all day,
Give them full freedom;
Join in their play.

Do not be angry
Do not forget
You liked to make noise
Sometimes do yet;

Home will be sweeter
Till life is done
If you will give them
An hour of fun.

[Illustration: Our Puss Playing Cricket.]

[Illustration: Our Frogs Playing Cricket.]

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Playtime

Play-time, play-time, hurrah!
Out in the fields together!
Don't let us lose a moment's time,
This fine, bright, glorious weather.

Run, boys! Run, boys! faster!
Ball and the bats for cricket;
Jack, you're the fastest runner here,
Be off, and pitch the wicket.

Football for those who choose--
The goal stick--go, Jim, fix it;
Give us the ball; who's won the toss?
Now, for the first who kicks it.

No lazy ones today;
Off, stretch your legs running!
Now for the hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
And let the noise be stunning.

Hear how it echoes round!
Another and another!
No fear of noise, it won't disturb
Old granny and poor mother.

Hullo there! no foul play!
Dick, what is that you're saying?
No bad words and no cruel sport;
We're come for fun and playing.

Romping

Why now, my dear boys, this is always the way,
You can't be contented with innocent play;
But this sort of romping, so noisy and high,
Is never left off till it ends in a cry.

What! are there no games you can take a delight in,
But kicking and knocking, and tearing, and fighting?
It is a sad thing to be forced to conclude
That boys can't be merry, without being rude.

Now what is the reason you never can play
Without sn