66 stat was the but We do i as h of 1 was Monthly, Sixpence. The Three Monthly, The Quiver. The Magazine for Sunday. Cassell's Fan "A safer and more interesting magazine we do not know than THE QUIVER.' Standard. "Has long estabi reputation as THE F -Morning Post. From THE QUIVER. From CASSE "CASSELL'S most perfect real for the family c imagine."-Bir Cassell, Peller, Galpin & Co., London; and all Booksellers. Cassell, Petter, Galpi was tired of looking where he had ning, he went back to take a lap, a but found the bowl upset, and that all the water had run down the drain. As he was very thirsty after gnawing a salt bacon-bone, he set up a barking, and the dairy-maid ran out, thinking it was beggar, and began to abuse him for being so clumsy as to knock over his bowl. Pan barked all the louder, so she hit him with the handle of her broom, and he went howling into his tub. He vowed vengeance against the Rat, but that did not satisfy his thirst. "Meantime the water had run along the drain, and though the fungus greedily sucked up most of it, the Weasel had a good drink. After that he felt better, and he climbed up the chink, squeezing through and dragging his raw tail behind him, till he nearly reached the top. But there it was still a little tight, and he could not manage to push through, not having strength enough left. He felt himself slipping back again, and called on the Rat to save him. The Rat without ceremony leant down the chink, and caught hold of his ear with his teeth, and snipped it so tight he bit it right through, but he dragged the Weasel out. "There he lay a long time half dead and exhausted, under a dock leaf which hid him from view. The Rat began to think that the Weasel would die after all, so he came and said, 'Wake up, coward, and come with me into the cart-house, there is a very nice warm hole there, and I will tell you something; if you stay here very likely the Bailiff may see you, and if Pan should be let loose he will sniff you out in a second.' So the Weasel, with very great difficulty, dragged himself into the cart-house, and found shelter in the hole. "Now the Rat, though he had helped the Weasel, did not half like him, for he was afraid to go to sleep while the Weasel was about, lest his guest should fasten on his throat, for he knew he was treacherous to the last degree. He cast about in his mind how to get rid of him, and at the same time to serve his own purpose. By-and-by he said that there was a Mouse in the cart-house who had a very plump wife, and two fat little mouses. At this the Weasel pricked up his ears, for he was so terribly hungry, and sat up and asked where they were. The Rat said the wife and the children were up in the beam; the wood had rotted, and they had a hole there, but he was afraid the Mouse himself was away from home just then, most likely in the corn-bin, where the barley-meal for the pigs was kept. "Never mind,' said the Weasel eagerly, the wife and the baby mice will do very well,' and up he started and climbed up through the Rat's hole in the wall to the roof, and then into the hole in the beam, where he had a good meal on the mice. Now the Rat hated this Mouse because he lived so near, and helped himself to so much food, and being so much smaller, he could get about inside the house where you live, Bevis, without being seen, and so got very fat, and made the Rat jealous. He thought, too, that when the Weasel had eaten the wife and the babies, that he would be strong enough to go away. Presently the Weasel came down from his meal, and looked so fierce and savage that the Rat, strong as he was, was still more anxious to get rid of him as quickly as possible. "He told the Weasel that there was a way by which he could get to the corn-bin without the least danger, though it was close to the house, and there he would be certain to find the Mouse himself, and very likely another Miss Mouse whom he used to meet there. At this the Weasel was so excited he could hardly wait to be shown the way, and asked the Rat to put him in the road directly; he was so hungry he did not care what he did. Without delay the Rat took him to the mouth of the hole, and told him to stay there and listen a minute to be sure that no one was coming. If he could not hear any footsteps, all he had to do was to rush across the road there, only two or three yards, to the rough grass, the dandelions, and the docks opposite. Just there there was an iron grating made in the wall of the house to let in the air and keep the rats out; but one of the bars had rusted off and was broken, and that was the Mouse's track to the corn bin. "The Weasel put out his head, glanced round, saw no one, and without waiting to listen rushed out into the roadway. In an instant the Rat pushed against a small piece of loose stone, which he kept for the purpose, and it fell down and shut up the mouth of his hole. As the Weasel was running across the roadway suddenly one of the labourers came round the corner with a bucket of food for the pigs. Frightened beyond measure, the Weasel hastened back to the Rat's hole, but could not get in because |