he went. He could not stop himself. A turn in the flags headed him straight toward the street. Out he plunged under the wheels of a passing wagon, and was crushed to pieces.
HOW THE CLOCK CAME INTO THE
STORY
Once a little round-faced clock lived on the desk of a man who wrote stories. The clock had a chance to hear most of the stories. For when the man finished a story he usually called a beautiful lady into the room and read it to her. The beautiful lady laughed at the fun in the story and the little clock's face shone. But perhaps that is what a clean little clock's face always does.
One day the man read from the story, "The prince and the princess were married just as the clock struck"—"One!" rang the little clock. Its heart almost stopped beating; it had not meant to interrupt the story.
The beautiful lady cried, "Why, the clock knows the story." But she laughed as she said it.
What do you think about it?
BABY GOES ON A VOYAGE
The other day baby went on a voyage on the good ship Hands and Knees. She crept out into the hall so softly that mother did not hear her go.
