me, Nathalie, are you willing to leave me?" The girl cast down her eyes and blushed sweetly. "I love him," she whispered, "and if you separate us I shall die." "Then," said the miller, kissing her with a heavy heart, "go; and may God bless you." So Nathalie and the Squire were wed, and lived in the great house, and the very day after the wedding she came walking down to the mill in her pretty new gown to see the miller. But as she drew near she heard him singing, as was his wont; and the song he sung she had not heard since she was a little girl, for this was it: "I care for nobody, no! not I, Since nobody cares for me." She came up softly behind him, and put her arms around his neck. "Papa," said she, "you must not sing that song. Nathalie loves you yet, and always will while she lives; for my new love is complete in itself, and has not robbed you of one bit of the love that has always been your very own." The miller turned and looked into her blue eyes, and knew that she spoke truly. "Then I must learn a new song again," he said, "for it is lonely at the mill, and singing makes the heart lighter. But I will promise that never again, till you forget me, will I sing that nobody cares for me." And the miller did learn a new song, and sang it right merrily for many years; for each day Nathalie came down to the mill to show that she had not forgotten him. The Little Man and His Little Gun The Little Man and His Little Gun There was a little man and he had a little gun, And the bullets were made of lead, lead, lead. He went to the brook and shot a little duck, And the bullet went right through its head, head, head. There was once a little man named Jimson, who had stopped growing when