The next night the little Larks were quite trembling with fear; the moment their mother got home they cried out, “Mother, you must surely move us to-night!  The farmer came to-day and said, `The corn is getting too ripe; we cannot wait for our neighbors; we must ask our relatives to help us.’  And then he called his son and told him to ask all the uncles and cousins to come to-morrow and cut the corn.  Shall we not move to-night?”

“Don’t worry,” said the mother Lark; “the uncles and cousins have plenty of reaping to do for themselves; we’ll not move yet.”

The third night, when the mother Lark came home, the baby Larks said, “Mother, dear, the farmer came to the field to-day, and when he looked at the corn he was quite angry; he said, `This will never do!  The corn is getting too ripe; it’s no use to wait for our relatives, we shall have to cut this corn ourselves.’  And then he called his son and said, `Go out to-night and hire reapers, and to-morrow we will begin to cut.’”

“Well,” said the mother, “that is another story; when a man begins to do his own business, instead of asking somebody else to do it, things get done.  I will move you out to-night.”

A TRUE STORY ABOUT A GIRL

Once there were four little girls who lived in a big, bare house, in the country.  They were very poor, but they had the happiest times you ever heard of, because they were very rich in everything except just money.  They had a wonderful, wise father, who knew stories to tell, and who taught them their lessons in such a beautiful way that it was better than play; they had a lovely, merry, kind mother, who was never too tired to help them work or watch them play; and they had all the great green country to play in.  There were dark, shadowy woods, and fields of flowers, and a river.  And there was a big barn.

One of the little girls was named Louisa.  She was very pretty, and ever so strong; she could run for miles through the woods and not get tired.  And she had a splendid brain in her little head; it liked study, and it thought interesting thoughts all day long.

Louisa liked to sit in a corner by herself, sometimes, and write thoughts in her diary; all the little girls kept diaries.  She liked to make up stories out of her own head, and sometimes she made verses.

When the four little sisters had finished their lessons, and had helped their mother sew and clean, they used to go to the big barn to play; and the best play of all was theatricals.  Louisa liked theatricals better than anything.