One was about a Christmas tree that they gave to thirty little peasant children,--and so many queer things happened behind a gate that they called the 'Gate of the Giant Scissahs,' because there was a pair of enormous scissahs hanging ovah it, you know.

Oh, it was just like a fairy tale, all the things that Joyce did when she was in Touraine." "How old is she ?" interrupted Rob.
"Just Eugenia's age, I believe, and she must be an interestin' sort of girl, for she draws beautifully.

Mothah says that her sketches are fine, and that Joyce will be a real artist when she is grown." "Number two is all right," said Rob, with an approving nod.

"Next!" The Little Colonel held out the third envelope.
"One flew east and one flew west, so I s'pose this will fly into the cuckoo's nest," said Rob, as he read the address: _Miss Elizabeth Lloyd Lewis, Jaynes's Post-office, Kentucky._ "Why, that's just what mothah calls the place," cried the Little Colonel, "the cuckoo's nest! She says that the cuckoo is the most careless bird in the world about the way it builds its nest.

They weave a few twigs and sticks togethah just in any kind of way, and nevah mind a bit if their poah little young ones fall out of the nest.