My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; The cowslip-gathering in June's dewy prime; The swans that with white chests upreared in pride 215 Rushing and racing came to meet me at the water-side!

The cowslip-gathering in June's dewy prime; 1820.

During the rest of the meal Carolyn June's eyes looked frequently and curiously at the unused plate at her right.

" A ripple of laughter came from Carolyn June's room.

The strain drew on Carolyn June's arms till it seemed they would be pulled from the sockets.

"Carolyn June's all wet

In the heart of each was a thrill, caused by the memory of some secretor what he thought was a secretmanifestation of Carolyn June's interest.

A groan went up from the crowd in the grandstand and Carolyn June's cheeks paled with horrorit looked as if one horn of the creature had pierced Charley's breast.

You boys go look for him; I'll, keep my eyes open here!" As Old Heck said "dirty" the picture of Mike Sabota flashed into Carolyn June's mind.

"It's all right," was the laughing rejoinder, "IIwanted to say it myself!" Carolyn June's eyes glowed.

While we all thought he'd gone to pieces and was drunk!" Carolyn June's cheeks suddenly turned pale.

In the shed at the side of the corral, on the spot where, that first morning, the Ramblin' Kid's saddle had rested and the cowboy slept, Carolyn June's own riding gear was lying.

" His face grew thoughtful, then the rogue Lisped out: "Well, this is most in vogue: An acorn-cup of sugar first, Sprinkle quite well with bubbles burst, Then add a pinch of down that lies All over June's brown butterflies.

Then I come back to Arkansas I got with Mr. June's son and I been here since.

Imagine the pleasure of plunging at will into June's leafy copses of hazel and lime, Of scudding through acres of grasses knee-high, and of snuffing the fragrance of clover and thyme.

Six little Bunkers at Mammy June's. R57517.

June's first lame duck.

June's first lame duck.

Six little Bunkers at Mammy June's. R57517.

AT MAMMY JUNE'S, by Laura Lee Hope.

June's first lame duck.

June's first lame duck.

Ask of the winter rain June's withered rose again: Ask grace of the salt sea: She will not answer thee.

What was the secret of Jenny June's charm and power?

Jenny June's recognition of this vital truth brought her into sympathy with a world-wide movement.