GOING AFTER THE COWS.

and the seeds began to come up. But the weeds came up also, ana
the children were puzzled to know the weeds from the flowers.
 Auntie showed them, and they worked faithfully until, one morn-
ing, Lyman went out and found an army of worms eating up his
roses. He picked off a few, but more came; and the weeds were so
thick he grew quite discouraged.
 "I'll have a weed and worm garden," said he; "it's so much
easier."
 Very well," replied auntie. "Do you think weeds and worms
would make a nice bouquet for mamma's birthday?"
 He hung his head and looked as though he didn't care. After
that the worms and the weeds had it all their own way.
 The very last of August came, and papa said the children must
be at home on the 5th of September to celebrate mamma's birth-
day. Then Lyman felt very badly; for while Ethel and Douglas
had lovely flowers to carry her, he had scarcely a single blossom fit
to offer.
 The gardener pitied him so much that he said he would give the
little boy a bouquet from his greenhouse. But auntie would not
allow it. She said he must learn not to be so lazy again. And
Lyman says himself that when he has another garden it shall grow
something besides weeds and worms.
 ELIZABETH A. DAVIS.




 GOING AFTER THE COWS.

 Two little friends trot side by side
 Over the meadow green and wide;
 On, and on, to the pasture gate,
 Where Flossy and Bossy stand and wait.
 Two little friends: one wears a hat,
 Its broad brim hiding his cheeks so fat;
 His eyes are blue, and his hair is gold,
 And he's mamma's little man, five years old.