The month of June was drawing to a close, when, one day, Frank entered his mother's dressing-room with a cabbage

not permit any of them to be destroyed for the sake of their honey, thinking it a great cruelty, as there are means of procuring it without depriving the industrious insects of life. Frank and his sister were allowed to gather a few strawberries every day, because they are considered very wholesome fruit, when they are ripe; but they never took more than filled the little willow baskets which their mamma had given them: and while they were enjoying the pleasures of the garden during this lovely month, the children wished it would last for ever. The gooseberry-trees began to look very tempting; and the red, white, and black currants, hung in luxuriant bunches from the bushes. The cherrytrees afforded a beautiful sight; and Frank took great delight in watching the various little birds, hopping from buonal