THE CAT THAT SAVED THE BABY.

till spring? The snow well freeze them, so that they will never
wake up and grow again.’

“No, indeed !” a the pleasant voice of their mother, wha
from the next room had heard her little chatterboxes.

“No, indeed! This pure white snow will not freeze the
roots of the pretty flowers that are fast asleep in the brown
earth beneath it. It will cover them as with a white fleecy
blanket, keeping out the cold frost and winds, and they will
sleep snug and warm as you do in your little beds, my darlings.

“Ffow good and kind in our heavenly Father to send this
beautiful white snow to cover the sleeping plants and flowers,
that they may rest securely until the warm spring sun awakes
them !

“But come, my little ones,” continued the kind mother, “we
must get ready for our breakfast, and after it is over we will go
out and feed the birds. They would have a hard time of it to
scratch for their breakfast through all this snow.”

THE CAT THAT SAVED THE BABY.

H, mamma! Just see this picture!” cried Annie May, as
she sat turning the leaves of a new book. “Here’s a
pussy-cat pulling a lady’s dress. What is she doing?”
Mrs. May took the book, and after reading a page,
said,—
“Why, this 7s wonderful! The pussy-cat you see in the
picture saved a baby’s life.”
“Why, mamma! Sayed a baby’s life? Tell me about it.”
“The book says it is a true story, and was told to the writer
by one who saw it,” replied Mrs. May. “ A lady was sitting
by the fire, when her cat came running into the room in a
hurried, distressed kind of way, and looking up imto her face
began to mew piteously. At first, the lady, being busy with
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