"Think what the woods would be without the song of birds and the chirp and hum of insects.

Your playground teems with happy beings that love the warmth and sunlight as well as you do.

Would not the forests be robbed of half their beauty and interest if the squirrels and chipmunks and birds and butterflies were killed off ?" "Wimmen folks are nice ones to talk about cruelty to birds," sneered the big boy to his neighbor, "when they stick wings and tails and whole birds on their hats and bonnets whenever they can raise a cent to buy 'em with.

Oh, yes, wimmen are awful consistent! They are, for a fact." Had his words reached Miss Harper's ears she might have replied that sensible and humane "wimmen folks" regarded the fearful slaughter of birds as little less than a crime; but unfortunately she did not hear this and resumed: "Yet you hunt out these harmless and beautiful creatures and wantonly destroy them.

Nearly every boy gives way to this savage, brutal impulse to kill something.