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  Here’s a dreadful thing!—­
    A boy in the way,
  I don’t know what to do: 
    I don’t know what to say. 
  I can’t see the reason
    Such monsters should be loose: 
  I’m trembling all over;
    But that is of no use.

JOHNNY.

  I must go to school,
    The bell is going to stop: 
  That terrible old toad,—­
    If he only would hop!

TOAD.

  I must cross the path,
    I can hear my children croak;
  I hope that dreadful boy
    Will not give me a poke.

  A hop and a start, a flutter and a rush,
  Johnny is at school, and the toad in his bush.

H.A.F.

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THE HEN WHO HELPED HERSELF.

In a city not far from Boston, there once lived a stout little fellow named Willie Wilkins.  He was six years old, had red cheeks and blue eyes, and such curly hair that it was always in a tumble, no matter how much it was brushed.

One summer his mamma took him into the country to spend a few weeks at a farm-house.  The farmer’s wife, Mrs. Hill, was very glad to have him come, for she had no girls or boys of her own, to make the house pleasant.  She liked to see Willie running about, and hear his shrill voice calling after the great house-dog Bruno.

One morning Willie had been as busy as ever at his play:  he had been in the orchard, hunting for ripe apples; he had been in the barn, looking for hen’s eggs in the sweet hay; he had been down to the brook, sailing his boat; and he had played market-man, with Bruno harnessed for a horse.

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After all this, the little boy was both tired and hungry:  so he went back to the house, and sat down on the broad stone steps outside the kitchen-door to rest.  Mrs. Hill was busy in the kitchen, frying doughnuts, and, when Willie saw what she was doing, he was more hungry than ever.  The doughnuts looked very brown and nice; but Willie was too bashful to ask for one.

At last Mrs. Hill looked up, and, seeing Willie’s blue eyes fixed upon her with such an eager gaze, she guessed at once what he wanted.  She gave him a doughnut and a kiss, and he sat down on the doorstep with the doughnut in his hand.  But he had hardly taken two bites of it, when a strange thing happened.

Some hens were scratching around in the yard to find food for themselves and their chickens.  Now one old Biddy, who had a large family to provide for, and who was almost tired out with hunting for worms, looked at Willie’s doughnut with a longing eye.  She walked close up to the doorstep, arched her neck, and clucked, asking as plainly as she knew how for a piece of doughnut.  But Willie was too busy even to look at her.

At last Biddy became impatient.  As no notice was taken of her civil request, she made up her mind to take, without further asking, what Willie did not seem inclined to give.  She was a little afraid to do it; but her chickens were teasing for more food, and she was determined to get enough for them.