After that, Leslie held her basket a bit tighter and said, "'Oh, Granny,
what sharp teeth you've got!'"
"'The better to eat you with,'" laughed Granny, "I'm sure you look quite
sweet enough."
Leslie ran over and put the basket in her lap. "The oranges are
sweeter," she said, "please eat those instead."
"All right," Granny agreed, "if you will give me a kiss with them, that
will be next best to eating you."
In her heart, Leslie thought it was much better, and while Granny Graham
ate one of the oranges they both decided that the story of Little White
Riding-Hood had a much pleasanter ending than the old one in Leslie's
book.
--_Written for Dew Drops by Marion Mallette Thornton._
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Musical Hespie and Her Play.
Little Hespie, the wood mouse, sang sometimes as long as nine minutes.
Her song usually came forth when she was at play, or exercising in some
way. One time she became especially delighted because her wheel squeaked
when she turned it. You know how pleased a boy is when his hobbyhorse
creaks. So Hespie, too, enjoyed the new noise; but it so drowned her
pretty little warble that a drop of oil was put in the wheel to stop the
creaky sound.
Poor Hespie became quite excited over this change, and bit the wires of
her wheel. So a plan was made to soothe poor mousie's feelings. A small
strip of stiff paper was placed in such a way that it hit the wheel
every time it turned and so made a nice little noise.
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