string. All this time the quail lay still in mother's lap, and Rex sat by and watched us. "When all was done, we placed the quail in a basket near the fire to dry its feathers." "Did the quail's leg get well?" asked May. "Yes," said Mr. White, "we kept the quail until its leg was well. Then we let it fly away to its friends. But how do you think Rex knew that we could help that quail?" "Was Rex as sharp as Buttons?" asked Edwin. But just then they heard mother's voice calling "Sleepy time! Come to bed!" The clovers have no time to play; And then they lay aside their cares, And go to sleep in clover beds. Then, when the day dawns clear and blue, They hold them up and let them dry; -HELENA LEEMING JELLIFFE. |