LITTLE MISS SLOWCOACH.

THE sun was so hot and the waves were dancing so
prettily that little Miss Slowcoach thought the best thing -
she could do would be to lie down and watch them.
‘“‘There’s plenty of time,” she said, as she put her basket
on the pebbles, and sat down beside it. “ Plenty of time,”
the waves seemed to answer, as they rolled lazily over,
one on the top of the other. “Plenty of time,” said a
big fat crab, ashe stretched out his claws. and helped
himself to a small thin crab’s dinner. Little Miss Slow-
coach began to feel sleepy. She stretched herself out on
the beach, made a pillow of her basket, and watched the

two crabs fighting. But very soon, long before the fight :
was finished, little Miss Slowcoach had dropped off’ to
sleep. The little waves rolled and rolled, and ‘splashed
and splashed, until they reached little Miss Slowcoach’s
toes. “ There’s plenty of time for her to get out of the
way,” they said to one another. ‘Presently little Miss-
Slowcoach awoke with a start. The afternoon had slipped
away, and her basket was still empty. “And I thought

there was plenty of time,” was all little Miss Slowcoach said.