"Not I," said the goose.
"Not I," said the rat.
"Then I will," said Little Red Hen.
So she took the wheat to the mill, where it was ground. Then she
carried the flour home.
"Who will make me some bread with this flour?" she asked.
"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Not I," said the rat.
"Then I will," said Little Red Hen.
So she made and baked the bread.
Then she said, "Now we shall see who will eat this bread."
"We will," said cat, goose, and rat.
"I am quite sure you would," said Little Red Hen, "if you could get
it."
Then she called her chicks, and they ate up all the bread. There was
none left at all for the cat, or the goose, or the rat.
* * * * *
IN SEARCH OF A BABY
BY F. TAPSELL
"Please, I'm lost." These words, and a thump! thump! on the door were
what Mrs. Stone heard as she sat at supper in her tiny house in the
wood.
She went to open the door, and there she saw a dear little girl about
three years old.
"Please, I'm lost," again came the words, and two fat little fists
went up to a pair of big blue eyes.
"Come in, little girl, and tell me all about it," said the woman.
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