TWENTY LITTLE POULTICES.

 But mother had gone, Hannah was busy, the grindstone was
there, and it did happen, -this naughty thing !
 The twins were sitting on the doorstep, eating bread and "'serves"
that Hannah had given them. It was very warm and quiet, and
 there was not a
 thing to do. The
 bees were busy
 enough out there
 in the clover;
 but then they
 were bees, and
 did not know
 any better fun
 than to work all
 day.
 It was Dell who
 began it. She
 always did begin
 things, and Bell
 had to follow.
 SShe finished her
 \ bread first, and
 sat trying to
 "1-*1 think of some-
 thing to play.
 Then she saw
 that grindstone,
 and said, "OBell,
 let's grind !"
 '- -~- Bell swallowed
 ./- -"-- ,. her last bite
 quickly, and fol-
 lowed Dell to the
 grindstone.
 Now they did not seem to remember that some one, mamma per-
haps, had said, "Never touch the grindstone, little girls." Bell did