s mother about the early
worm Professor Jim Crow had mentioned in the last story. After breakfast
he hopped out on the Sunny Meadow and looked about him. Mr. Merry Sun
was shining down on the frosty dew and Billy Breeze was very chilly,
and the meadow grass brown and withered. It didn't look at all like the
lovely Sunny Meadow.

"Oh, dear," sighed the little rabbit, "all the flowers are gone, and
most of the birds have flown to the sunny South." Just then Professor
Jim Crow flew by with his little Black Book under his wing:

"Helloa, there, little bunny, how are you this chilly day?" And then
that old crow began to read out of his little book:

"Little rabbit's coat of brown
Soon will turn to white.
Then among the snowy drifts
He can hide from sight.

"You see how Mother Nature looks after you," said that wise old
blackbird. "In the summer your coat is brown like the dry grass
and brambles. But when winter comes it turns white so that you
won't be seen so well against the snow."

Then away flew Professor Jim Crow to read his little Black Book to
somebody else, and the little rabbit hopped along and by and by he
came to the Bubbling Brook where the speckled trout swam in and out
among the rocks and the little fresh water crabs played in the quiet
pools. All of a sudden down fell a tree.

"There," said Busy Beaver, "I'll now have some logs to make a dam."

"Why do you want a dam? Do you want to spoil the Bubbling Brook?"

"It won't spoil the brook," answered the little beaver. "It will only
make it deep so that when I build my house for the winter my front door
won't freeze up tight."

"Oh, I see," said Little Jack Rabbit, and he wiggled his little pink
nose sideways. "And how soon will you have it finished?"

"Oh, long before Old Mr. North Wind brings the snow," answered Busy
Beaver.

Old Mr. North Wind
On his Snow Horse,
Swiftly is riding
Down the golf course,

Over the meadow
And up the steep hill,
Shouting so hoarsely;
"Gid ap, there, Bill!"

DON'T WORRY

In the last story Little Jack Rabbit, of Old Bramble Patch, U. S. A.,
was talking to Busy Beaver, who was making a dam across the Bubbling
Brook, you remember, to keep the water from freezing up his front door
in the cold winter time.

"Every one is getting ready for the cold weather. It won't be long
before my dam is finished and then I'll set to work and make my house of
mud and st