"Some of it will. But we are going to leave it all out to-night. To-morrow we

shall take it into the barn."

The next morning the sun shone bright. "We shall have another good day," said Mr. Howe. “The farmers who are haying will be glad. Every pleasant day helps them. Our hay will be in by supper time."

In the night the dew had fallen upon the hay. The warm sun soon dried it. Then still another machine was driven around the field. This was the raking machine. It raked the hay into long rows.

After this, men went about with pitchforks. They piled the rows of hay into haycocks.

Then came a big hay wagon into the field. The hay was all made, and it was time to carry it to the barn.

Peter and Polly were playing among the haycocks. They watched the men load. One man stood on top of the wagon. Two men stood on the ground.

They lifted the haycocks up on their pitchforks. The man on the wagon took the hay with his pitchfork. He spread it over the wagon and packed it down nicely.

"Oh, Peter," said Polly, "the load is getSee, they are coming to get our haycocks next."

ting higher and higher.

When the cart was full enough, the horses drew it to the barn. There the men unloaded the hay into the loft. At the same time another wagon was being filled in the field.

Late in the afternoon the last load was

ready to go to the barn.

Then one of the

men called to Peter and Polly.

"Come here, children. I will put you on top of this load. You may ride on it to the barn."

The children sank down in the soft hay. The ride was not a long one, but they thought it great fun.

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At supper father said, Well, chicks, have we some good hay? Is there enough for Mary and Black Bess, too?"

"We think so, father," said Peter. "And we have had fun all day. I like to make hay. When I am a man, I think I shan't make daisy hay. I'd rather make good hay like yours, father."

POLLY'S TURTLE

One day the Story Lady said to Polly, "Will you go to drive with me? Your mother says that you may."

"Oh, will you take me, Story Lady? When shall we go?"

"Get your coat and come now.

may help me harness my horse."

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You

Polly ran into the house to get her coat. Good-by, mother," she said.

ing now with the Story Lady."

"I am go

"I

"Wait a minute, Polly," said mother. have a bag of cookies for you to take. to take. You will be gone all the afternoon."

Polly said, "Thank you," and ran off with the cookies.

Soon she and the Story Lady started. At the store they stopped. "Good-by, father," called Polly. "I am going to drive."

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Good-by, Polly. Tell me all about it you get home.”

when

It was a lovely day. The sky was very

blue. Great puffy white clouds sailed above their heads.

"See the wind blow those clouds, Polly. They are flying toward the east. That means the wind is from the west. It is a good hay day."

"My father is all through haying," said Polly. "He has only one field. But Farmer Brown is not through. He has a big farm. Are we going past there?

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No, we will go past the pond and up the hill."

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Oh, see the chipmunk, Story Lady! He is running along beside us on the fence."

"There are two of them, Polly. Can you see the other? He is sitting on his