APOLLO'S COWS 5 



It is the lovely month of May when Maia 

 takes her walk. 



Mercury was a very wise baby, more won- 

 derful even than your little baby brother. 



For when he was only a few hours old, he 

 understood everything that was said to him. 



On the very first day he climbed out of his 

 cradle, and ran down to the seashore. 



There he found a tortoise shell. He made 

 holes in it, and strung across it some bits of 

 seaweed. 



What do you think he was making? 



What would you do if you had it in your 

 hand? 



Just what Mercury did, I am sure. 



He put it to his lips and blew upon it. 



It made such wonderful music that the flow- 

 ers and trees danced to it. The birds stopped 

 singing to listen. 



After awhile he was tired. He lay on his 

 back on the shore, looking around to find some 

 new mischief. 



As he lay there, he saw a great blue meadow, 

 with white cows feeding in it. 



They belonged to his brother, Apollo. 



Quick as a thought he ran after them. He 



