HER CHOICE. Ah, no! the white one is the one, As white as whitest snow; Its dainty fur so soft and fine, Its winking eyes that shine and shine; I choose the white one to be mine, I do admire it so ! But here's this velvet-black one, now, So sleek and bright, like jet; I'm sure that I'd be proud to own This blackest kitty ever known; Yes this one I will choose alone, Yes, this must be my pet! But wait, oh, wait! The tortoise-shell-- How could I pass it by ? So splendidly it is arrayed, In spots of many a varied shade; Ah, surely now my choice is made, The tortoise-shell say I! And yet and yet how can I choose I Just see them chase that ball! When black and white and yellow play With tortoise-shell, this cunning way- Oh, grandma dear, I wish you'd say That I may have them all! Elizabeth C. Bellamy. "HOW CAN I CH "BOW CAN I OUOOBN I"