All of Jack-Be-Nimble's games but one were played. That was bobbing for apples and was too messy to be thought of. Some games all of our own were played too.

Let me see. There was hide the apple, like hide the thimble, and magic music where the apple is hidden, and a little child hunts for it, being guided by the sound of music, which is played softly when the child is far from the apple and loudly when he is close to it. These were great fun, as all mystery games are.

Then we tried to pin the stem onto the apple, just as you would pin the tail on the donkey. The apple was a huge one, cut of red paper and pinned to the wall.

Hoops were tied to the tops of the doors, and red cloth apples, stuffed with cotton, were thrown thru. Each time the apple went thru a hoop it counted one hundred. It is fun to deal with large numbers.

The girls and boys were rivals in this game, as the school was divided into "sides."

Another counting-up game was tried. All of the children sat in a circle in the front of the room, and rolled, in turn, the cotton apples toward chalk circles drawn on the floor with numbers in them. These numbers were counted. later to see which child had won,

As a surprise we had an apple-pie, filled with little candy red-and-yellow striped apples. Each apple was fastened to a string which the children chose. The apples were in a pan and covered with a tissue-paper pie-crust, from un

der which the strings hung. At a given signal the strings were pulled and the treasures found.

There was much of value in that party aside from the important thing, that of throwing sunshine and happiness into children's lives. In preparing for it many an opportunity to work in little lessons came. Here are a few, just a few, of the many given, and they are jotted down as suggestions only:

The complete plan-shown by an apple-seed seed, tree, blossom, apple-seed.

The beauty of common things-the appletree.

Its rugged charm, a "stylish" tree, a jaunty one, too.

Its beauty in spring blossoms, in summer its leaves, in autumn the great balls of color, in winter the colors of its bark, the rich purple coloring of its outstretched branches.

The uses of the apple.

Ways of preparing for winter use-drying, preserving, cider-vinegar, etc.

There are many stories, too, to be told. Here are three:

William Tell.

Three Golden Apples. Apple-Seed John.

I have not time to tell of all the things which worked into these days of preparation, and I have touched upon just a few, but if you want to have a party, a real profitable, easy-to-getup, good-time party, try an apple party.

Bump! Bee alights on one of the yellow petals, and, turning in the direction pointed out by the signs, clambers right into the cupboard where the dish is, and helps himself.

But Bee is not selfish, he pays for his treat. He manages, while he is eating, to rub some of the pollen he had sticking on his coat upon the pistil which is bending over him, and if you will believe it, this same pollen helps to make seeds!

Bee is paid with nectar for his work, and the flower is paid with pollen for her nectar and the painting of signs.

Some nice people who have studied flowers all their lives say these signs are footprints the bees made in flowers long, long ago, and that the marks have come down from one set of nasturtiums to another just as some of your mother's, or father's, or grandmother's, or grandfather's looks have come down to you.

You will find so many of these "guide-posts" on the flowers in your garden that it will take

A Half-Hour With Hiawatha SCENE.-A wigwam in the forest.

CHARACTERS.-Little Hiawatha and his playmates, Chiabiabos, Pau-puk-keewis, Kwasind, and Iagoo; Nokomis.

The forest may be represented by branches brought in, or by pictures of trees drawn on the blackboard. The wigwam is made by stretching sheets or blankets over a frame formed by three or more long poles, tied together at the top and spread out at the bottom to form a tent-shape.

A rattle, which may be improvised from a bakingpowder can and a few stones, and a tomtom, to be beaten with the knuckles during the dance, will add greatly to the children's pleasure if not to the teacher's. Indian costumes are readily obtainable and are the delight of the small wearers.

When the dialogue begins, Hiawatha comes out from the wigwam and seats himself on the ground.

Hiawatha.-What a pleasant evening it is! How pretty the waves sound lapping on the sands. Mudway - aushka! Mudway aushka! That is what they say. How bright the fireflies are! I wonder if I could tell how many there are! (Begins counting his fingers.) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Oh, I haven't enough fingers to count them. I wish some of the other boys were here to help me.

Enter Chiabiabos, Pau-puk-keewis, Kwasind, and Iagoo, slipping up very softly. Kwasind steals behind Hiawatha and puts his hand over his friend's eyes, but Hiawatha turns suddenly and catches him. They wrestle in friendly fashion till Hiawatha is thrown. Then they all sit on the ground and talk.

Chiabiabos (dreamily).-Hear the music the pine trees are making. Minne-wawa! Minnewawa! That is the song they are singing.

Pau-puk-keewis.-Oh, Chiabiabos, you are always thinking of songs! I like better to see the fireflies dance. I can dance like them. Look! You make music for me and I will dance.

Dances around Indian fashion, while the rest sing or chant the firefly song, beating or clapping in time to his motions. If desired, all may join in the dance. Song.-Wah-wah-taysee, little firefly,

Little flitting white-fire insect,

Little dancing white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids. Kwasind (pointing).-Oh, see that red fire among the trees.

Iagoo. Oh, that isn't a fire at all. It's the

moon.

Iagoo.-Pooh! I know!

Once a warrior, very angry,
Seized his grandmother, and threw her
Up into the sky at midnight.

Right against the moon he threw her. 'Tis her body that you see there. Hiawatha.-That was cruel. I wouldn't let anybody do that to my grandmother. I mean to take care of her always.

Kwasind. See that white path along the sky? I wonder what makes that?

Pau-puk-keewis.-Oh, that's the road the ghosts, the shadows, take when they go to the happy hunting-grounds. It is crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. That is what makes it look so dim and white.

Chiabiados.-I'll tell you a road in the sky I like better. That's the rainbow we see in the east in the evening sometimes.

Hiawatha.-Yes, I like that best, too. That is the path the flowers make when they go to heaven.

All the wild-flowers of the forest,
All the lilies of the prairies,

When on earth they fade and perish,
Blossom in that heaven above us.

An owl's hoot, made by a hidden small boy, is heard and repeated at intervals thru the rest of the dialogue. The boys start in fright.

Pau-puk-keewis.-What was that noise? It sounded like something very dangerous. Iagoo. I'm afraid. Let's run!

Kwasind (squaring himself and doubling up his fists). I sha'n't. run. Whatever it is, if it comes after us, I'll drive it away.

Hiawatha.-I'll call my grandmother. (Calls) Nokomis! Oh, Nokomis!

Nokomis (hobbling out of the wigwam).— What is it, little braves?

Hiawatha.-Oh, Nokomis, what is that noise? We are frightened at it.

Nokomis.-That noise? Oh, that's just
The owl and owlet,

Talking in their native language,
Talking, scolding at each other.

You mustn't be afraid of that.

Chiabiabos.-We wouldn't have been afraid only it sounded so dreadful.

Pau-puk-keewis.-You see, it is night and everything is so still.

Iagoo. I wasn't afraid, not a bit.

Kwasind.-I think you were a little afraid. I'm sure I was, but I didn't mean to let anything come up and hurt us.

sounds they make.

Fulton's Steamboat, the Clermont

IN FIVE SCENES

SCENE 1. The Workshop.

SCENE 2. The Wharf. For scenic background mountains are drawn on the blackboard to represent the Palisades. A blue paper muslin cloth can be hung from the wainscoting to the floor to represent the Hudson river.

SCENE 3. The River's Edge. On the way to Albany. SCENE 4. Wharf at Albany.

SCENE 5. Same as Scene 2. The Return.

Properties, for building the ship Clermont-An old express wagon (children's), 2 strips of cardboard, each 4 feet long and 15 inches wide; one strip of cardboard 2 feet long and 15 inches wide, 2 small boards, each 2 feet long and 6 inches wide; a piece of paper muslin and 2 feet of stove-pipe. Also a sign painted in plain letters, CLERMONT.

Construction of the Clermont-The long strips of cardboard are fastened together to represent the bow of the ship. The short strip is fastened to the free end of each long strip to represent the stern of the ship. This framework is fastened over the body of the wagon. The blue paper muslin is tacked to the lower edge of the cardboard or water-line. The muslin reaches to the floor. The paddle-wheel is fastened to the left side of the ship, and the stove-pipe near the bow. Two openings are cut in the bottom of the wagon, thru which Fulton can put his feet and propel the boat.

Scene 1. The Workshop

Fulton is hammering on the paddle-wheel and whistling. Enter Stevens, Johnson and Hayne. Men.-Good-afternoon, Mr. Fulton. Fulton.-Good-afternoon, gentlemen. Stevens. Is your steamboat nearly built? Fulton.-Yes; I am going up the Hudson with it on Saturday.

Stevens. Why, we thought you had given up your idea of trying to make a boat go by steam. Just think how foolish the idea is! Why, the boys in the street are laughing at you!

Fulton.-I care not who laughs. My boat will go to Albany by steam in one-half the time it will take your sailboats.

Johnson.-What will you take to give up the idea of the steamboat?

Fulton.-What would you give me?

Hayne. We would each give you $2,000, in all $6,000.

Fulton.-No.

Stevens.-$12,000?

Fulton. All the money in the world could not make me give up my invention. Because you three men have sailboats on the river and the people of New York won't hire your boats when I build steamboats, you want me to give up my plan.

All. And you won't?

Fulton.-No, I won't. What I am doing is for the good of all the people.

All. Then good-bye. If you change your mind let us know.

Fulton. I won't change it.

Exeunt gentlemen. Fulton goes on whistling. Enter Vanderbilt.