A REAL POND. {il

on his tail, and flew out at the open window, leaving his house
behind him; the snails were taken to the pond in the garden;
so there was nothing left of all her favourites ; and the bell-glass
was washed out and put back into the green-house.

But it had lasted long enough; it was high time for the
poor dollies and the Noah’s Ark to be thought ofa little, yet
Mousie said it was not half so much fun playing with dolls.
You had to pretend so many things; and with the toy pond
everything was alive, and “the eating and drinking so very
realun: