Many years before this, Esther's grandfather planted walnuts there. No trees at all grew on the farm when he came. Now there are many beautiful trees on the farm.

It is in the walnut trees that the old turkey and her little ones sleep. They fly into the high branches, and Esther likes to watch them.

There are no prairie dogs near Esther's home, but she has seen them. It was when she went to visit her cousin. She saw the prairie dogs from the car window, and she thought they would make cunning pets.

Did you ever see prairie dogs? Are they really dogs?

Esther goes to school, and has learned to read and write.

The air is pure on the prairie, and the children grow strong.

Did you ever see the bright fall flowers blooming on the beautiful prairie, and the corn growing all summer, so tall and straight, and the great wheat fields waving in the summer breezes?

Expression. Answer questions in writing, making a little story of the answers.

Mary, Rose, Frank, Earl, and all of you,

come with me to take a walk.

May we go down by the brook?

Yes, as far as the old mill.

Be quick, that we may lose no time.

Now we are fairly on our way, open sharp

eyes and tell me what you see.

Look at the brown fields! They are not as pretty as they were when green.

See! here is a grasshopper.

brown, not green.

But he is

And here is a cricket. It is almost black. What is that noise in the trees?

Listen and you will think you hear words. No, you can not hear the words this time. This insect that is chirping is a kind of locust.

I know what you mean.

I have often heard a sound like "Katy did! Katy did!"

What did Katy do, do you think?

See those insects!

No, they are not insects; they are seeds.
Here is their home.

They are milkweed babies, and here is their cradle.

The wind carries them where they will have a chance to grow.

Look at that poor sheep.

There he has rubbed off the burrs he had in his wool.

That is another way that seeds are carried about.

There, I see the brook. What is the matter with it? The water is very low. Never mind, there is enough left for us to wade.

Let us get the pretty flowers on the other bank.

They are called gentians.

Farther down the stream are asters and golden-rod.

We must start home soon for it gets dark earlier now than in the summer.

day.

Expression at desk. By the use of colors represent a September

OBEDIENCE.

If you

you are told

are told to do a thing,
a

And mean to do it, really.
Never let it be by halves,
Do it fully, freely.

Do not make a poor excuse,
Waiting, weak, unsteady,
All obedience worth the name
Must be prompt and ready.

PHOEBE CARY.

Harold is seven years old to-day. He was out of bed before any one else was awake.

It is a pleasant day in early September, and Harold dresses himself quickly.

He washes his face, combs his hair, and runs down stairs.

Max is ready to greet him, although it is early in the morning. He jumps upon him and licks his hands, and tells him, in his dog's way, that he loves him.

Poor Max does not have a very happy life, for Harold's home is in a city flat. Max must