out of her hands, and away went the kite. George got it back after a
hard chase, but it was torn to shreds. Susan now looked sad in her turn.

But George only laughed, and said, "Never mind, Susie. Bring out the old
paste-pot again."

IDA FAY.




SUMMER GAMES.

Words by GEORGE COOPER.

Music by T. CRAMPTON.


[Illustration: Music]

1. "Pretty birds, pretty birds, what do you play,
Flying about in the leafy spray!"
"Little maid, little man, can't you guess?
Every one comes in a tidy dress;
Everyone cheerfully keeps the rule;
We merry birds are playing school."

2. "Butterflies winging from rose to rose,
What are you playing? there, no one knows."
"Little maid, little man, oh! 'tis fun,