II4 WHAT DAISY SAW ONE NIGHT.

“Tt ought to be ‘/asze,’ nurse,” said Daisy, as she repeated
the first lines aloud. ‘“ Don’t you think so?—‘/east’ doesn’t
sound enough like ‘ Zas¢e’ ?”

“Come, Miss Daisy! I wish you would ‘haste’!” said
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“ But don’t you think so, nurse?”

“Tt doesn’t matter about them things in poetry, miss.
Now do put your book down!”

Daisy put away her book, but her little mind was still
quite full of what she had been reading.

“T wish I could go to that feast, nurse, don’t you? The
hornet came—and the wasp—only they promised not to sting,
just for that one evening, you know. What is a hornet,
TEESE

“Tt is something like a great wasp, miss,” said nurse.
“T used to see a plenty when I was young. They built a nest
in an old hollow apple tree that my father had in his orchard
—and father had to burn the tree down to get rid of them.
Three hornet stings will kill a man, they say.”

“And the mole and the dormouse and the frog came.
They had a mushroom for their table, and everybody brought

omething to eat.

The bee brought his honey to crown the repast.

“T can say it all now, nurse.”

“Come, come, miss! You must put it all out of your
head now, and say your prayers. Hark! There’s the little
birds under the roof. Can you hear them? They are all
snug in bed.”

‘Are they saying their prayers, nurse?”

“Maybe,” said nurse; but she was too busy folding up
Daisy's clothes to think much about the matter ; and very