When we were all seated in onr enchanting bower, and
drinking our tea,at which we had no other attendants than
the little Hebes themselves, I asked Kate how it happened
that she seemed to be distinguished on this occanon from
her little sisters. " Oh, nr," said she, " it is because it is mj
birtb-day. I am eight yean old to-day. I gave np all my
gilt books, with pictures, this day twelvemonth, and to-day
I give up all my little story books, and I am now going to
read such books as men and women read."

She then ran to her companions who ranged themselvM
round a tnrf seat at a little distance before us, to wEudi
were transferred a profusion of cakes and fruit from the
bower. While they were devouring tbem, I turned to Hr.
Btanley and desired an explanation of Kate's speech.
" I make," said he, " the renouncing their baby books a
kind of epochs, and by thus distiactly mnrldng the period,
tliey never think of returaiag back to tliem. We have in
onr domestic plan several of these artificial divisions ot lib.
i Httlo celebrattona are tma that we uae aa markiDg-
'poflti, from which we set out on soma new couree."

" But as to Kate's booka V Boi.i Lidy Beifield.
