evening, and one about being sorry that he was naughty, and one about the little Baby who was born in the manger, and who never was naughty when He grew up to be a man, because He was the only quite good baby that was ever born.

Willy wore short frocks and pinafores, and socks, and shoes that fastened with a button, and that made a nice clatter when he ran up and down the passage. And yet Willy was a baby-boy, only not a baby; and he always slept a little while in the middle of the day.

Now Willy wanted to be up, and he saw nurse all ready dressed. She was standing before a nice new glass, putting on her cap with pink ribbons. "Make

haste, dear nurse, sweet nurse!" cried

Willy; and he stamped his little fat foot on the pillow, for Willy had stood upon the pillow to make himself tall. Nurse was very kind; she did not even say, Patience, Willy." But she tied those pink strings, and came to the side of the crib, and then she lifted him out of the crib in his white night-gown.

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Before Willy did any thing else, he always said his prayers. He put his head quite down on nurse's shoulder, because when he could see the pretty new room he forgot about God. Willy knew that if he forgot about God while he spoke to Him, He would not hear. Then Willy shut his eyes while nurse said a prayer for him, with longer words than his prayer, and he said Amen at the end; and then he said his

hymn about the morning, and was quiet a minute afterwards, and then he opened his eyes. He saw the new room then. It was very neat, and there was nurse's bed with green and red flowers on the curtains, and a green carpet, and there were red flowers on the walls, and there was Willy's own crib, but not the baby's cradle, for the baby's cradle was in mamma's and papa's bedroom.

Now Willy's clothes all lay on a chair by the side of the crib; they were neatly folded. But Willy had to be washed all over before he was dressed; and in London he had a great white cup without a handle, much larger than Willy, to be bathed and washed in.

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'Where is Willy's bath?" said nurse.

And Willy peeped under nurse's bed, and

he peeped under his own crib, and in all the corners, and up the chimney. But there was no great white cup big enough to hold Willy. And Willy wondered very much whether he should be washed in nurse's basin.

Then Willy said quite loud, “Nurse! nurse! where Willy's bath?" and nurse laughed and looked very funny; and then she wrapped Willy up in a great warm blanket that she pulled off her own bed, kind nurse. Willy felt very pleased to be wrapped up, because it was something new. And oh! every

He liked every thing new. thing became new in a minute.

For nurse carried Willy in her arms with his head just popping up out of the blanket, and she went downstairs with him into the passage, and she took him outside the door behind

the house into a beautiful, lovely, warm

garden.

There was the sun, quite large and white, and there were all the flowers. The birds were singing in the trees, and Willy saw so many of them fly out of the leaves. Willy liked the birds, but he knew he could not catch them; and then he wanted to have a flower. But he could not stretch his arms, because the blanket kept them down quite tight. "Nurse! nurse! rose, please," said Willy. But nurse said, “No, my baby-boy, not now; for Willy is not washed, and roses must not be held in dirty fingers." "Wash me, please," said Willy then.

Nurse carried him down the garden, all red and pink and yellow and white flowers,