Old Fox-Lox took the six to his den.

"Stop here to rest," said he. So the six stopped to rest.

After they went into the den, no one ever saw Chicken-Little again. No one saw Henny-Penny again. No one ever saw any of the six again!

Old Fox-Lox was seen again and again. He knew all about the six. But he did not go to tell the king.

And so the king never, never knew that a piece of the sky had fallen and struck poor Chicken-Little on the head!

- Old English Folk Lore.

THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE.*

Once upon a time, a hare met a tortoise taking his usual walk.

Just for a joke, he asked the tortoise

to run a race with him.

"Very well," said the tortoise.

"The

one that first reaches the big tree at the top of that long hill, wins the race."

"Just as you like, Slow Boots," laughed the hare. "One, two, three, GO!"

Off they went, the hare at a great pace, the tortoise at his usual slow pace.

The day was hot and the big tree was a mile away.

"I do not need to hurry," said the hare

* See preface.