a long steam-crack,
she keeps her visitors quite in awe of her powers, though she is
probably several hundred years old.

"Not far from the little hut where we sleep, close to the
precipice, is Pele's great laboratory, where she makes sulphur. We
wear our straw hats to the sulphur banks, and she bleaches them
for us.

"Well, this is a strange, strange land, old Pele being only one of
its many curiosities.

"I only hope you may all see the active old goddess before she
dies. She hasn't finished her work yet. Once in a while she runs
down to the shore, to bathe and look at the Pacific Ocean, and
when there she generally gives a new cape to Hawaii by running out
into the sea."

Majestic old Pele! Long may she live!

MAKING IT SKIP

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"I'll make it skip!"
Cried Charley, seizing a bit of stone.
And, in a trice, from our Charley's hand,
With scarce a dip,
Over the water it danced alone,
While we were watching it from the land--
Skip! skip! skip!

"I'll make it skip!"
Now, somehow, that is our Charley's way:
He takes little troubles that vex one so,
Not worth a flip,
And makes them seem to frolic and play
Just by his way of making them go
Skip! skip! skip!

THE WILLOW WAND. BY A.E.W.

I have a little brother,
And his name is Little Lewy;
His starry eyes are bright as flowers
And they are twice as dewy.
Sometimes the dew o'erflows them,
And trickles down his cheeks;
And then he cries so hard, you'd think
He wouldn't stop for weeks.
Then my other little brother,
A bough of willow bringing,
Drives all the dew-drops far away,
By waving it and singing:

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"One, two, free, fo', five, six, _seven_ tears!
You'll be as old as farver in forty sousand years.
Drate big men don't have tears, so let me wipe 'em dry;
In forty sousand years from now you'll never, never cry."

This other little brother,
Whose name is Little Bert,
Frowns in a dreadful manner
Whenever he is hurt;
The wrinkles right above his nose
Look like the letter M,
He keeps them there so long, he must
Be very fond of them.
Then my little brother Lewy,
The branch of willow bringing,
Sends all the naughty frowns away,
By waving it and singing:

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"A, B, C, D, E, F,