"There is a nice warm breakfast for me wrapped up in rabbit fur, he will taste nice."

Well, sir, Bunny Cottontail saw Mr. Hawk coming. So he said to himself:

"There comes Mr. Hawk. He is no friend of mine, for he once tried to catch me. I had better be going." So off he started toward some bushes, and off went Mr. Hawk after him.

The driver of the stage stopped the four horses and we both stood up on the seat and watched the chase.

Oh my, how Bunny did run! and how fast that naughty Mr. Hawk did fly through the air above him.

Bunny's ears were flat on his head. His short stubby tail stuck up over his back, and his hind feet just made the sand fly every time they struck the ground.

But Mr. Hawk was big and strong and flew very fast, so he was getting closer to Bunny all the time.

Bunny, too, was getting nearer and nearer the bushes all the time. He thought that if he could get there before Mr. Hawk caught him he could hide and would be safe.

Well, sir, when Bunny was almost to the bushes, Mr. Hawk dove down through the air

to pick him up and we thought poor Bunny was surely going to be caught.

But no, sir, not a bit of it. That Bunny scooted into the bushes just in time to save himself.

Mr. Hawk would not give up the chase. He was very hungry. He flew high in the air overhead and circled about looking for Bunny.

While we could not see Bunny, Mr. Hawk must have spied him, for again he darted right down into the bushes. When he flew up, we both shouted with joy, for there was no little Bunny Cottontail dangling from his cruel claws.

Bunny must have been wild with fright after Mr. Hawk had tried three times to catch him. He suddenly jumped out of the bushes and scooted over the ground as fast as he could go, and Mr. Hawk right after him all the time.

"Run, Bunny, run, run for your life!" we both shouted. I have seen a great many Bunnies run, but never before have I seen a Bunny run as fast as that little Bunny ran.

Well, sir, Mr. Hawk swooped down again. Just as he was about to catch Bunny, Bunny stopped short in his tracks. Mr. Hawk missed his mark and passed right over Bunny's back. He was going so fast that he almost bumped his

head on the ground before he could turn and fly back into the air to get another good start.

As soon as he was a few feet away, off started Bunny again as fast as his legs could carry him. Where was he going and what was he thinking of? to run out in the open where there were no bushes to hide behind, and where it looked as though Mr. Hawk would surely catch him.

But Bunny knew what he was doing all the time, even if we did not.

Well, sir, three times Mr. Hawk tried his hardest to catch poor Bunny. Three times Bunny stopped short and squatted flat on the ground and Mr. Hawk passed right over his back without touching.

All this time Mrs. Cow was standing near by chewing her cud and watching everything.

Well, sir, what do you think that Bunny did? It was the funniest thing I ever saw a Bunny do. He suddenly ran right up to Mrs. Cow, who looked at him as though she had been his friend for years. Then Bunny suddenly scooted right under Mrs. Cow's four legs and he sat right down and there he stayed.

Mrs. Cow turned her head and looked down at Bunny as though to say:

"Bunny, you may stay there just as long as you want to. I will not let Mr. Hawk hurt you.

He is afraid of me, I am so big and strong. He will not dare come near while you are there, so I will protect you until he goes away."

Mrs. Cow must have told the truth, for Mr. Hawk did seem to be afraid of her. He circled about over her several times, but mad as he must have been, he dared not come near Mrs. Cow. Finally off he flew into the clouds and out of our sight.

As we drove on, we kept turning to look back. The last thing that we saw was Bunny still sitting under Mrs. Cow.

How we did laugh at the cute way in which Bunny Cottontail cheated Mr. Hawk out of his breakfast that morning.

-J. ALDEN LORING.

LOVE'S LULLABY

LULLABY, baby dear, cradled in blue,

Angels, and mother-love watch over you. Under your slumber-robe, precious one, rest, Lullaby, sleep-a-bye in your soft nest.

Lullaby, little one, soar in your dream

Over the house top, the mountain, and stream,
Higher and higher, love, soon you will fly
Into the dream-land on love's lullaby.

Lullaby, baby-bye, cradled in blue,

Sleep on and dream on your nap-a-bye through,
In your sweet slumber love's lullaby hear,
God and His angels and mother are near.

Lullaby, lullaby, mother-love sings.

Over the cradle of peasant and kings.
"God is the Father and Mother of all,”

This is Christ's message to great and to small.

Love clothes the lily in radiant white,

Love feeds the lambkins, and guards through

the night,

Love broodeth over each hamlet and hall,

Love never faileth, but careth for all.

-AUGUSTA E. STETSON, C.S.D.