dam was made they took little boxes and called them boats. These boats they sailed on the waters of the dam. James waded in and made the boats sail across to Lucy.

Lucy stood on the edge of the dam and said, "Boats, just come over here to me," and the boats came to her. She liked to see them cross the dam. Once she waded in and helped James sail them. But James said that a girl should stay on the shore, that boys knew best how to sail a boat.

Just then Lucy's mother came to the door. She opened her eyes at the

sight, for she did not want

her children to play in the water. "Children,” she said, "I think you

should come in and play with your toys. It is not best for you to be in the water too long."

So they opened the dam, and taking their boats in their arms hurried into the house. When they were playing in their room Lucy said, "James, I think it is lovely to be out in the water, don't you?" And James said, "Hurrah for June and the rain!"

June is rose time and joy time for boys and girls.

pansy

life ring glee shook hang clasped queer

One bright day in June a little pansy opened its eyes and looked at

the other little pansies in a bed on the lawn. Near by stood a tall rose-bush full of fine red roses.

No one was in sight. The sun was warm and the little pansy was full of life. It wanted to have some fun. So it called to the other little pansies, "Pansy men, no one one is in sight, the day is warm and bright, let us put on our long legs and play."

We will," ""We will," sang out the pansies.

They sprang upon their long legs and began to run about on the lawn. It was a queer sight! Then they all clasped hands and made a ring around the rose-bush.

The old rose-bush looked down on them and smiled. It loved the little pansy men and shook roses over them. This pleased the pansies and they danced and sang in great glee.

But the little pansy men knew that they must not stay too long on their legs. If they should the sun would be sure to make them hang their pretty heads.

So they said good-by to the rosebush, and ran back to the pansy bed,

and sat down in their places just as any good pansy men should do.

How do you think I found this out? The pansy men told the rose, and the rose told the cherry, and the cherry told Robin Red-breast, and Robin Red-breast sang it to me one morning as he sat on my window.

And now I tell it to you, and you may tell it to all the good boys and girls in your school.