THE MAIDS AND THE MAGPIE.

Three little maids and a magpie Went out one day for a walk; The little maids hunted for flowers, The magpie did nothing but talk. "I've three little maidens to care for, Each one from dangers to save— Wild dogs or runaway horses— What a good thing I am brave!" Soon they were laden with flowers— Bunches of red, white, and blue; Great ox-eyed, snowy-leaved daisies, Harebells, and bright poppies too. Then they turned homeward together, Magpie still hopping before, Passed through the wood and the village, Came to the rectory door. There stood a quiet grey pussy— Magpie flew off in a fright. So, after all his vain boasting, Proved himself coward—not knight! Frances Hay.