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gone fifteen times in fifteen minutes, a and fancied that when at last their work 



fat red squirrel, hair brushed and tail was done the night moths and bats would 



curled, not scolding or chattering here, have their turn, and perhaps some brisk 



lie seemed to suspect himself out of place, little owl would take the squirrel's perch 



for, taking a side seat on an outreaching for a night lunch, getting away just be- 



branch, he would frisk off when bidden to fore the sunrise concert opened another 



go, but back again and again till he had day of eating, drinking, and being merry 



his fill. at the white tree table. 



Of course the last bird to leave the tree Elizabeth Reed Brownell. 



at night was the Sapsucker, but when he (The Yellow-breasted Sapsucker men- 



and all his family were gone, and the sun tioned in the story is the eastern relative 



out of sight, we found a swarm of big of the Red-breasted Sapsucker of our il- 



yellow bees bustling about the high seats, lustration. Editor.) 



THE MOON-BABY. 



There's a beautiful golden cradle 



That rocks in the rose- red sky; 

 I have seen it there in the evening air 



Where the bats and beetles fly, 

 With little white clouds for curtains 



And pillows of fleecy wool, 

 And a dear little bed for the moon-baby's head, 



So tiny and beautiful. 



There are tender young stars around it, 



That wait for their bath of dew 

 In the purple tints that the sun's warm prints 



Have left on the mountain blue; 

 There are good little gentle planets, 



That want to be nursed and kissed, 

 And laid to sleep in the ocean deep, 



Under silvery folds of mist. 



But the moon-baby first must slumber, 



For he is their proud young king; 

 So, hand in hand, round his bed they stand, 



And lullabies low they sing. 

 And the beautiful golden cradle 



Is rocked by the winds that stray, 

 With pinions soft, from the halls aloft, 



Where the moon-baby lives to-day. 



Pall Mall Gazette. 



