"What is so rare as a day in June,

Then, if ever, come perfect days."

"That is somewhat truthful," exclaimed Miss Laura; "how sorrowful that the autumnmust come, and the cold winter."

"No, my dear, not sad. It is but a preparation for another summer."

"Yes, I suppose it is," said Miss Laura. Then she continued a littleshyly, as her companion leaned over to stroke my cropped ears,"You seem somewhat fond of animals."

"I am, my dear. I sometimes have four mules, two cows, a tame squirrel, threedogs, and a cat."

"You should be a cheerful woman," exclaimed Miss Laura, with a chuckle.