May, a Scotch one. This she gave May, wishing her "Many happy returns of the day."

Belle had invited her playmate, Alice, who lived but a

few doors away.

When Alice came in, she went up to May, wished her

"Many happy returns of the day," and gave her a doll,-a Dutch one.

Ben had asked his friend, Sylvester. Sylvester always wore blue clothes, a blue necktie, and a blue cap. His nickname was Little Boy Blue, or, if the fellows wanted him in haste, Blue Billy.

When Sylvester came in, he wished May," Many happy returns of the day," and gave her a doll,-a Spanish one.

And Grandma and Grandpa gave her a doll from Japan, and Papa and Mamma, one from the South.

After the dolls had been carefully put to sleep, the youngsters and Grandma sat down to the table.

They had tongue sandwiches and chicken

sandwiches, angel cake and pound cake, lemonade and ice cream, and candy and favors.

Out of the favors came the paper caps. Each was soon on its owner's head, and then the fun with the games began, the table having been moved to one side.

Of course, Blue Billy wanted to recite

"Little Boy Blue." But he got no further than the end of the first line, because the rest, even Grandma, began to blow make-believe horns. And his story was over.

They were all quiet, however, when Belle recited the poem she had learned in school:

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?

I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
Something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Whence did you get that pearly ear?

God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought of you, and so I am here.

-George Macdonald.

After that came the real fun. They played "Puss-in-the-corner" until they were tired. Then they pinned the tail on the donkey,-on his ears, on his nose, on his legs, on his eyes,

everywhere it did not belong, until Grandma tried. She pinned the tail on right.

Next each one was blindfolded in turn and tried to draw a pig on a sheet of paper pinned to the wall. Such pigs! Some were all legs,

ele

THIS IS A PIG

and some were all

heads. Then came

a jolly game of "Blindman's

buff."

Grandpa had come in while