THREE BABES IN THE WOOD.

“We are like the Babes in the Wood that father was
telling us about last night,” said Pattie. “There were
only two of them, and there are three of us,” said Phil.
“Ves, three of us,” said Baby Hugh. ‘‘And we haven't
a wicked uncle,” said Phil. ‘Well, we are in a wood,”
said Pattie, looking up at the tall trees all round them,
“and we can pretend that Black Sambo is the wicked
uncle.” Baby Hugh laughed. “Dear Sambo!” he said.
The children walked on happily until Baby Hugh began
to feel tired, and said that he wanted to go home. Then,
and only then, Phil and Pattie began to wonder which was
the way home. They had wandered so far from the path
that they could not find it again. “Never mind,” said Pattie ;—
“if<we are lost, we shall be really like the Babes in the
Wood. We must lie down, and the birds will cover us up.”
The children lay down, and soon fell fast asleep. When
Phil awoke with a start he found his father and Sambo
standing beside him. “Well,” said his father, “if Sambo
had not found you I don’t know what would have happened.”

So the three Babes in the Wood were lost and found.