. St. Nicholas [serial]. ys wasthe big sofa in the cornerof the studio, reading theArabian Nights, or inthe large, cool, tiled hall,where we would sew orplay with our dolls. We knew every cornerin the garden where nuts,strawberries, violets, andthe best apples and cherriescould be found, and wherealso grew the finest ivyleaves, which we used toput around our bouquetsof violets and daisies. There was also the Botin,the boat on which Daubignyspent so much of his time;it was placed at the end ofthe lawn, where it wasslowly decaying. On theanniversaries of the death of the two Daubignys, Ma-dame D
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ys wasthe big sofa in the cornerof the studio, reading theArabian Nights, or inthe large, cool, tiled hall,where we would sew orplay with our dolls. We knew every cornerin the garden where nuts,strawberries, violets, andthe best apples and cherriescould be found, and wherealso grew the finest ivyleaves, which we used toput around our bouquetsof violets and daisies. There was also the Botin,the boat on which Daubignyspent so much of his time;it was placed at the end ofthe lawn, where it wasslowly decaying. On theanniversaries of the death of the two Daubignys, Ma-dame Daubigny always placed on the Botin bouquets,which we helped her to make. On our birthdays we used to go over there to sleep,which we thought was great fun, though I hardly knowwhy, as we spent most of our time there in any case, somuch so that most strangers thought we were MadameDaubignys children. The last week we were at Auvers, Madame Daubignykindly lent us the house, as ours was sold. 756 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. [ companions. BY MARJORIE CONNERAGE 15. My twelfth birthday came just atthat time, and Monsieur B. Daubignyand Madame Karl Daubigny gaveme an old-fashioned ring which be-longed to Madame C. F. write to each other very often,and live in the hope of meeting eachother again in dear old Auvers. THE BIRDS. BY ALICE BARSTON (AGE 6). Little birdies in the sky— Dont you see them flying high,Up above the great big clouds, Like an arrow shooting by? A FAMILY TRADITION. BY MORRIS BISHOP (AGE 10). (Silver Badge.) One of the customs of the buca-neers was to bury a man or boy,preferably a boy, with their they had amassed enoughtreasure they would set out in searchof a suitable boy. Alas! my great-great-great-grand-father once happened to be that boy. He was capturedand taken aboard Captain Kidds ship—for it was Kiddhimself who had captured him — till they could find aspot to bury their ill-gotten gains. When they finally hit upon such a spot,my
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