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She will find that out by and by, to her sorrow.

XVI.

"What makes me feel so?" thought Bessie as she sat in the big arm-chair in mother's best chamber, rubbing her eyes, and feeling very uncomfortable.

She had not sat there long, before she began to cry. Her mother, who had been wondering who could have been meddling with her pill-box, came in. "Have you been swallowing these pills?" she asked.

"Yes; but I didn't know they were pills," said Bessie.

"Well, you will be well punished for your fault," said her mother. "The pills will make you quite sick."

And so it happened.

THE SEASONS.

MARY.

How I love the blooming Spring, When the birds so gayly sing!

JOHN.

More the Summer me delights, With its lovely days and nights.

EMILY.

Autumn is the best of all, With its fruits for great and small.

RICHARD.

Nay! old Winter is the time! Jolly then the sleigh-bells' chime!

GRANDMOTHER.

Every season will be bright, Children, if you'll live aright.

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Transcriber's Note:

This issue was part of an omnibus. The original text for this issue did not include a title page or table of contents. This was taken from the January issue with the "No." added. The original table of contents covered the entire year of 1873. The remaining text of the table of contents can be found in the rest of the year's issues.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, June 1873, Vol. XIII., by Various