Evening star., 1915-12-10
Little SORES
& Bedtime
Hy THORNTON w. BURGESS.
.,Copy.:l-. 1915. By ]. G. LloJcJ
Old Mother Natures White
Magic.
Lightly downward from the sSy.
Pare and soft the snowhakes ny.
BY their magic in a night
Earth is clothed in spotiess white.

Peter Rabbit is just like most boys
and girls when the first real snow falls.
| If he had the voice for shouting he
would shout for pure JOY. AS II Is, ne
kicks his long heels together and does
foolish things, just to show now eoo"
he feels. / suspect that il inc Billy
Possum should see him he would say
that Peter is light in his haid. But
Unc' Billy means to be. and usuaIis Is
| snug aud warm in his hollow tree when
/ the first snow falls
To Peter the white magic, as ne
calls the snow, is one of the most won
| derful of all the wonderful tnihss
which Old Mother Nature gives 10 tne
Great World. BY means OF II In a SIN
gle day OF a single night she changes
the Green Meadows and the Ireeh
full. glittering, white fairyland, whers-
in is not one single ugly or unpteaS
ant thing to see. There was ths W
Pasture When jolly, round, red NJ
Sun went to bed behind the Pnfpls
Hills, the Old Pasture was black ain
dreary waste. for you remember thas
the Red Terror had swept across III ara
left it black and unsightly. a dFeadin'
thing to look at. Now, as jolly, roeht;
red Mr.. Sun kicked off his blankets ana
began his daily climb up in the b'uH;
blue sky, the Old Pasture lay Whlte ar -
pure and beautiful. was noi TIA
magico In just the few short honrs o.
the night Old Mother Nature had mace
Il wonderfully beautiful thinS OF
dread:ully ugly thing.
"Sometimes' confided Peter to lttfe
Mrs Peter. Il have wished that l hi.u
wings like the birds and could NY away
to the sunny Southland Just to sec new
things, but now 1 am glad l haven't got
wings. for 1 don't believe that down
there in the sunny Southland is any
thing so new and wonderful as what
we have right here. Here we are rlSht
in the dear Old Brer Patch on the
Green Meadows, and right over Honder
is the Green Forest. yet everything is
new and different from what II WAS
yesterday. Not one single thing looks
the same. Why. even these friendly
old brambles are beautiful now, ana
you know that much as we love them
.ve never could call them beautiful be-
fore. Sometimes I've thought that 1t
wasn't fair of Old Mother Nature to
give the birds q chance to see SO
much, while we have to stay right hert
all the year through. but l take it all
back now. We can't go to see new
things, so she just makes our own lit
for us, and wouldn't miss it for any
thing. Let's go over to the Green For
est and see what 1t looks like.
Wen do nothing of the kind, Peter
Ra Dblt. declared little MIS-. refer.
Are You crazy" Look over there in
the top of the Big Hickory Tree! Who
is that
Peter looked. Right in the top he
saw a black spot. 1t was SO far away
that it looked like nothing bat . spot,
but against the white of the snow it
was quite black. Oh said Peter.
quite carelessly. that is only old
the Hawk. He can't catch
u.s."
He certainly can't if we stay right
here in the Old Brier Patch declared
Mrs. Peter. and that is just what we
are going to do. You've fooled him by
squattiag perfectly still in the brown
grass, but you can't fool him that way
now If you had white coat you
might do it, but with brown coat you
haven't chance in the world"
That's so.'' admitted Peter, Il had
forgotten. all about that. ] guess you
are quite right, my dear Wen have
to wait until night before we go to the
Green Forest, and I'm just crazy to
see what it is like over there Peter
sighed.
IF you think I'm going with you you
Ire greatly mistaken" declared little
Mrs. Peter, with considerable spirit.
1t is dangerous enough over there at
pest, but with everything all white ex-
:ept your coat, IL is a great deal more
dangerous oh, Peter, please promise
o stay right here in the dear OLD Brier
oatch.'
But Peter wouldn't promise