Part 6 (2/2)

For the dullest place in the world, I know, Is this little brown house, This old brown house, Under the apple tree

”I will travel east and west; The loveliest homes I'll see; And when I have found the best, Dear mother, I'll come for thee

I'll come for thee in a year and a day, And joyfully then we'll haste away From this little brown house, This old brown house, Under the apple tree”

So he travelled here and there, But never content was he, Though he saw in landsain with a wistful sigh To the little brown house, The old brown house, Under the apple tree

Then the lad and free

”Hast thou chosen a home, my child?

Ah, where shall ell?” quoth she

And he said: ”Sweet mother, from east to west, The loveliest home, and the dearest and best, Is a little brown house, An old brown house, Under an apple tree”

EUDORA S bumSTEAD

THE JACKAL AND THE PARTRIDGE

A Jackal and a Partridge swore eternal friendshi+p; but the Jackal was very exacting and jealous ”You don't do half as much for reat deal of your friendshi+p

Now h or cry, give ood meal, or save my life if need be You couldn't do that!”

”Let us see,” answered the Partridge; ”follow h soon you may eatalong, one behind the other They were both foot-sore and weary, and the first carried his bundle on a stick over his shoulder, while the second had his shoes in his hand

Lightly as a feather the Partridge settled on the first traveller's stick He, none the wiser, trudged on; but the second traveller, seeing the bird sitting so tamely just in front of his nose, said to hi his shoes at it, they being ready to hand Whereupon the Partridge fleay, and the shoes knocked off the first traveller's turban

”What a plague do youon his companion

”Why did you throw your shoes at my head?”

”Brother!” replied the other, mildly, ”do not be vexed I didn't throw the on your stick”

”On my stick! Do you take e ”Don't tell me such cock-and-bull stories First you insult me, and then you lie like a coward; but I'll teach you manners!”

Then he fell upon his fellow-traveller without ht until they could not see out of their eyes, till their noses were bleeding, their clothes in rags, and the Jackal had nearly died of laughing

”Are you satisfied?” asked the Partridge of her friend