| MARIA MISSEL-THRUSH'S TEA PARTY.
Bill was lying in
the hay field one day, and the hedgehog sat besides
him. They were talking about the seasons,and saying
what they liked about each one.
the hedgehog, "is like spears. All the bulbs push
sharp pointed leaves through the ground, till they
look like little armies of spear-men."
began Bill. . . . .
"What do you mean by Summer?" said the
"June's quite different from July,
and August to either."
"June," said Bill slowly,
"June's got so many things, roses and strawberries,
you don't know which way to turn. It's the nights I
like, when there's a glow in the sky nearly all the
At this time a peal of laughter came from
a tree near them.
"That's the Yaffle," said the
hedgehog. "He's always laughing. That bird has got
a funny sense of humour, he has no idea when and
where to laugh. Go away," he called, and the Yaffle
flew away still laughing heartily.
the hedgehog, "Is the month I like best. It's
peaceful, the clouds look like white fishes, and
lie quietly in the sky. The flowers look like altar
candles, or tall tapers, mulleins, delphiniums and
such things. In August.
. . ."
"Yes," said Bill,
"In August I like 'the day long murmuring wood
"Who called them that?" said the
"My father says that Lamb called them
that in an essay."
"I never knew a lamb that
wrote," said the hedgehog scornfully. "I always
think that lambs have so little sense."
knew for a fact that Charles Lamb had written this
essay, and that the hedgehog didn't know what it
was talking about - but he said nothing; which was
very nice of Bill, as the hedgehog was apt to be
very cocky about his opinions.
hedgehog began again, "is the month when everything
is silent, the birds hardly sing, but the bees hum
and the flowers smell extra good."
Bill "I love the smell of the phloxes and
"September's nice, too,2 went on the
hedgehog, "with the sounds of reaping and the corn
in the fields and the fresh frosty mornings.
And so is October. The rest I know nothing
about. continued at