The Nursery, No. 103, July, 1875. Vol. XVIII. | Page 7

good every thing tasted.
There was one lady in the party, who sat up high on the rocks, with her kid gloves on, and her sunshade over her, while the rest of us were running about with bare feet, and skirts tucked up. But at lunch-time she came down from her high place, and I saw her eating clams with as good a relish as any of us.
Next week we are going to Pescadero, and, perhaps, I will write to you again from there.
DAISY.
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THE PARROT WHO PLAYED THE MASTER.
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
The master of the house had gone out on business. As he shut the door, the parrot, whose place was on a perch in the room, thought to himself, "Hi! Now I am master in this house, and I'll let people know it."
He thereupon threw his head proudly on one side, and spread himself in a very pompous manner; then, as he had seen his master do, broke the finest rose from the bush, and put the stem in his bill; then looked at his gay-colored coat in the glass, and felt as grand as a born nobleman.
Near by, on the rug, two dogs, Ami and Finette, lay asleep. They were well-trained, obedient dogs, clean-limbed and civil, expert in many clever tricks, but not quite a match for the parrot in cleverness and cunning.
As soon as the latter spied them, he cried out, imitating his master's tones, "Finette, attention! Ami, make ready!" Whereupon Ami stood up on his hind-legs, straight as a sentinel; while Finette hurried up, expecting to have something thrown for him to bring back.
There stood and stood the poor simpletons, steadfastly looking up, while Master Poll cried sternly all the while, "Ami, make ready! Finette, attention!" Finette became almost wild with eagerness; and poor Ami could hardly stand on his hind-legs any longer.
At last the master came home, and put an end to the torture of the poor dogs.
The moral of my story is this: whenever a simpleton puts on airs and plays the master, there are always other simpletons ready to obey his commands.
VICTOR BLUTHGEN.

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CATSKILL-MOUNTAIN HOUSE.
My little friend Mabel is passing the summer amid the Catskill Mountains. These mountains are in the State of New York, on the west side of the Hudson River.
Round Top and High Peak, two of the highest summits, are about thirty-eight hundred feet above the level of the sea. They are well covered with forests, and in autumn, when the leaves begin to change, they make a very brilliant show.
The Catskill-Mountain House is finely situated on a rocky terrace, twenty-two hundred feet above the river. It is twelve miles from the village of Catskill, and is much resorted to in the summer season.
The prospect from this house is quite extensive. Mabel writes me that the view of the sunrise is grand; the air is cool and bracing; and the sight of the tops of trees rolling below, like a sea, for miles and miles, is a thing to remember.
ANNA LIVINGSTON.

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SLEEPING IN THE SUNSHINE.
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Words by MATTHIAS BARR. Music by ROBERT MILLS.
1.
Sleeping in the sunshine, Fie, fie, fie! While the birds are soar-ing, High, high, high! While the birds are op'-ning sweet And the blossoms at your feet, Look a smil-ing face to greet. Fie, fie, fie!
2.
Sleeping in the sunshine, Fie, fie, fie! While the bee goes humming, By, by, by! Is there no small task for you,-- Nought for lit-tle hands to do; Shame to sleep the morning through! Fie, fie, fie!
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