was so much to learn
Of proper auntly methods she knew not where to turn.
She'd never been an aunt before, and knew not how to be,
And so she asked if I should mind her practicing on me?
She bought a long thick blank book bound in leather, gold and brown.
And first we did the lovely things, and then she wrote them down.

There's chapter one, called "Going to bed, and how to make it fun";
And chapter two "On dressing dolls, and how it should be done";
And chapter three (the one by me), called "Things about the dark";
And chapter four we did last week, "On going to the park."
We're working now on "Cookies" (and we find they're apt to burn),
And after that is written down, there's not much more to learn.
Now if you ever meet an aunt who's not exactly right.
Just borrow dear Miss Fanny's book, and leave it out in sight!

—Selected.

DONALD'S "FORGETTERY."

"Oh, I forgot!" It was Donald excusing himself for leaving the gate of the chicken yard open, and now the pansy bed was all scratched up. Bessie was in tears, and Don was almost crying.

"What shall I do with a little boy who is always forgetting?" mamma asked very gently. She had tried so many different ways to have Donald learn to remember.

"Mamma, let's have a forgetter, for Don, or any of us. Just a big closet—that one upstairs with the window will do. Let's put all our forgets in there. Anything that's spoiled because we forget it, goes in there, for us to mend or to think of some way to make good. If we forget, we have to go there for the very next hour—unless it's schooltime—no matter how we want to do something else."

"Shall we try that, Donald?" asked mamma. She knew that Uncle Rod was coming within that hour to take the children to ride.

Donald knew it, too, but his voice did not falter, "Yes, mamma, let's begin now. I do want to stop forgetting."

So up to the big closet they went, mamma, and Donald, each carrying some of the wilted pansy plants. There was a low stool to sit on, and there Donald spent the next hour thinking as he had never thought before. He heard Uncle Rod come and go away again.

It was a long time before Donald forgot again, then for days it seemed as if he almost could not remember. Every day for a week, he had to spend an hour in the "forgettery." Not one of the other children had had to use it, so it began to be called "Donald's forgettery." He had invented a little play with the figures on the paper and the boards in the floor, so the time did not seem long at all. He was laughing when mamma came to let him out, and she asked what he was doing, and so Donald told her of his game.

Then mamma asked Donald if it was quite right to play, when he was put there to think. Of course it wasn't. He had not thought of it that way. He had grown careless, because of this game, and to-day Uncle Rod had come again and this time Donald had missed going to the city and seeing the new steamer that was to be launched.

"I want to stay here another hour to-day, mamma, and it'll be the very last time I'll have to come. I'm going to think so hard I never can forget." It was the hardest thing Donald could remember ever happening, losing this trip with Uncle Rob.

As he promised mamma, it was the last time he ever forgot anything he ought to remember.

Then the forgettery had a new use. All the children would open the door and put in things they