BLOCK CITY By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHAT HAT are you able to build with your blocks? Rain may keep raining and others go roam, Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea; A kirk and a mill and a palace beside, And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride. Great is the palace with pillar and wall, This one is sailing and that one is moored: Now I have done with it, down let it go! Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, A THE MICE AND THE CAT GENTLEMAN once owned a Cat that was a very fine mouser. She hunted so much that after a time she had caught and killed nearly all the Mice in the gentleman's house. The remaining Mice were very much frightened and called a council to see what could be done. They met secretly in their hall behind the coal-bin and locked the doors carefully before they began to talk. Many plans were proposed and discussed, but the Mice could agree on nothing. Finally a dapper young Mouse arose and said: "Mr. President, I wish to propose a plan. It is so novel and so excellent that I am certain every one of you will approve it. A little silver bell must be hung about the Cat's neck. Then every step she takes will make the bell tinkle, and we shall have warning in time to run to our holes before she comes too close! Isn't that a perfect plan? We can then live in safety and happiness in spite of this wonderful Cat." The young Mouse took his seat, smiling with an air of complacent pride, and from the other Mice came the sound of lively applause. "Mr. President and Fellow Mice," interrupted an old gray-whiskered Mouse who rose from the back of the hall and looked his companions over with a merry twinkle in his eye, "the plan proposed by the last speaker is indeed an admirable one, but I fear there is one slight drawback to it. The honorable gentleman has not told us who is to hang the bell around the Cat's neck." FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ASTER than fairies, faster than witches, FA Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, And there is the green for stringing the daisies! FAIRY BREAD By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON COME up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room, Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell. THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE WO little Mice, who had lived together and played very happily when they were children, became separated as they grew up. One of them moved into a fine house in the city, while the other remained near her old home in the country. They never quite forgot each other, and one day the Town Mouse rambled out into the country and called on her old friend. Naturally, the Country Mouse was delighted at the visit, and she gathered together the best of everything she could find for a luncheon. There were some fine peas, choice bacon and a little piece of rare old Stilton cheese, all of which seemed very sweet and toothsome to the affectionate hostess when she called the other heartily to come and take part in the good cheer. From living so long among the rich delicacies of the city, the traveled Mouse had lost her early appetite, and though she nibbled daintily here and there, hoping to please her old friend, yet she never ceased to wonder in her heart how the Country Mouse could take any pleasure in such coarse and ordinary fare. After dinner, when they sat down to chat over old times, the Town Mouse could hold her tongue no longer. "Really, my dear old friend, I don't see how you possibly can keep so cheerful in such a dismal, dead and-alive kind of place as this in which you live! Why, I couldn't possibly live here a week! There is no kind of life; there's no society; there's nothing gay or jolly anywhere to be found. "You go on from one year's end to another, every day just like the one before it and just like the one that follows it. What you want to do is to come back to the city with me. Come to-night and see what a gay and happy life I lead." The airs and address of the Town Mouse had made the Country Mouse a little discontented, so as soon as it came dark, the two started off for the city, where they quickly found the home of the Town Mouse, in which, as it happened, a splendid supper had been given and from which the guests had barely departed for home. It was no trouble at all for the Town Mouse to gather up the whole heap of dainties which she placed on one corner of the handsome red Turkey carpet. The plain little Country Mouse was dazzled by so much splendor; she had never seen such a table as was now before her. There were not half of the meats that she could tell the names of, and not knowing what they were or how they tasted, she sat there wondering where to begin. Suddenly a door behind them creaked and opened, and the servant came in with a light. The two Mice ran hastily into a corner and hid themselves behind a hassock till everything was quiet again, when they returned to their meal. The first mouthful had not been swallowed when the door opened suddenly again and in dashed a boy, the son of the master of the house-a noisy. rollicking boy, followed by a fierce little Terrier, |