. St. Nicholas [serial] . t even, when the shadows Slowly gather oer the hill,And the moon hangs pale and glimmering In the skies so blue and still, Then I love the tender twilight,When the birds fly back to nest, And I hear the cow-bells tinkleAs the cows come home to rest. WHEN THE FIELDS WERE GREEN. BY RUTH G. ALLEN (AGE 14).(Silver Badge.) George had gone to visit his grandmother, who livedin the country on a large farm. He had only beenthere four days ; but what fun he had been having! The cherries had begun to ripen, and the gooseberrieswere plenty large enough to pick. The water in thec
. St. Nicholas [serial] . t even, when the shadows Slowly gather oer the hill,And the moon hangs pale and glimmering In the skies so blue and still, Then I love the tender twilight,When the birds fly back to nest, And I hear the cow-bells tinkleAs the cows come home to rest. WHEN THE FIELDS WERE GREEN. BY RUTH G. ALLEN (AGE 14).(Silver Badge.) George had gone to visit his grandmother, who livedin the country on a large farm. He had only beenthere four days ; but what fun he had been having! The cherries had begun to ripen, and the gooseberrieswere plenty large enough to pick. The water in thecreek was getting warm enough to wade in, and alto-gether he was having a splendid time. One day, when he had been there about a week, hecame running in, shouting: Oh, grandma, you cantguess what I ve found! And I 11 only give you threeguesses to find out. Dear me! said grandma. I guess it s a four-leaf clover. Ha, ha, ha! laughed George. You 11 have toguess again. Well, well; then it must be a nest full of good JUNE DAYS. BY RUTH OSGOOD, AGE 14. After this George went to look at the eggs every dayuntil, one day, what do you suppose he found ? Three ofthe homeliest little birds he had ever seen! They hadno feathers, and their mouths seemed the largest part ofthem. He ran to tell grandma; and she said he mighttake some bread-crumbs with which to feed he came near, the mother bird flew away, andfor the first few times (for George brought crumbsevery day) she would not come near the nest untilGeorge had gone. Soon afterward she became quitebold, seeing that he did no harm, and would perch on alimb near by while he fed the little ones. Day by daythey grew larger and prettier, until one day he foundthem gone. He looks forward to next summer, when he hopes tofind some more eggs. MORNING IN JUNE-TIME. BY SYDNEY P. THOMPSON (AGE II). Shrouded in magic veils of morning mist The mystic mountains silent stand,While at their feet there sleeps a silver lake The dawns pa
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