Little Folks. Various

and eyebrows, round the nostrils, and on the chin.

      Mixtures of blue and brown, and of green and brown, serve for the demi-tints which soften the deep shadows by gentle gradations into the local colouring. The tints may be effectually blended into one another by an occasional wash of flesh No. 1 being carried over the whole.

      Between each operation the colour must be dabbed off as soon as it has had time to sink into the photograph; it must not in any case be allowed to rest long, or the wash will dry spotty, and when that happens it is exceedingly difficult to remedy. The draperies are washed in before the details of the face are begun, as when the latter are painted the colours must not be wiped off afterwards; they are not treated in the same way as the washes, but more as finishing-touches.

      Draperies and backgrounds are laid in with a full brush in broad washes, the photograph being first damped slightly with canvasine medium; the colours are laid on freely with decisive strokes, and sponged off, the washes being continued until the tint is dark enough. Skies may be represented with blue tinged with green, and when dry, some light clouds may be dabbled in with Chinese white.

      Now we return to the face. With flesh No. 2 touch in the lips carefully, and shade the tint off gently, for they must on no account look hard; also mark in the nostrils with a little of the same, but now the colour must not be washed off. For the eyes, use blue, brown, or grey, as requisite; grey is composed of a mixture of blue and brown. The pupil of the eye is put in with black, and the light with a touch of Chinese white. In the corner of the eye a trifle of flesh No. 2 will be needed. The eyebrows should be rather darker in colour than the hair, but they must not be too heavily painted; the best plan is to wash them in with a lighter tint first, working them up afterwards with a fine brush and almost dry colour of a darker shade. The eyelashes, too, must be washed in along the eyelid, and then a few hairs marked out with the point of the brush. It would never do to put them in entirely in thin fine strokes, for they would be sure to look hard. A little blue added to brown will make a tint dark enough for most purposes, and the use of black should be avoided whenever possible.

      The hair will need our next consideration. For fair hair, golden brown must be employed; it is applied in washes, wiped off as before, and repeated until the desired depth of local colouring is obtained; the shadows are worked in with light brown, the lights with a little Chinese white. For dark hair, use wood-brown and sienna; and the darkest hair may be rendered with washes of blue, which must be applied before the sienna, with Chinese white used freely for the lights. Colour which has once been allowed to sink in cannot be removed, therefore we must be careful not to use a wrong one, or even too dark a shade. Then, again, colours dry darker than they appear when first laid on, so we must take the precaution to make our washes lighter than we intend them to be when finished.

      Beautiful tints can be produced by the admixture of the colours, and charming effects by the juxtaposition of colours that form an agreeable contrast.

      A RACE ON THE SANDS

      One cool and pleasant afternoon,

      Before the sun was set,

      A fox and other country folk

      Upon the beach had met.

      The creeping tide far out had ebb'd,

      And by the shelving strand

      There stretch'd a wide and level plain

      Of glist'ning yellow sand.

      The hare, the hound, the neighing steed,

      The lowing ox, the deer,

      The sheep, the hog, the braying ass,

      The sea-gulls hovering near,

      With groups of various birds and beasts,

      Of sorts both tall and scrimp,

      Were gather'd there upon the sands;

      And thither came a shrimp.

      Now Reynard, who was eager bent

      Upon some cunning wile,

      Did boldly challenge any beast

      To race with him a mile.

      But when nor horse, nor hare, nor hound

      His challenge would receive,

      Up started Shrimp, and cried, "Good sir,

      To race you give me leave."

      A burst of merriment then brake

      From all the beasts around,

      The westward-sinking sun did smile,

      Though he utter'd not a sound.

      Then out spoke Reynard, red with rage,

      "Thou mak'st a mocking boast!"

      But near him whisper'd Master Hare,

      "Forget not how I lost."

      The race anon was quickly plann'd,

      Eftsoons a judge was nam'd,

      And Fox and Shrimp quite ready stood,

      Though Shrimp seem'd half-asham'd.

      And now they start, one, two, away!

      See, Reynard darts ahead,

      Unconscious that sly Shrimp had jump'd

      Upon his tail outspread.

      There snug he lay, so close and warm,

      While Reynard tore apace,

      And laugh'd, as only shrimps can laugh,

      In his comfortable place.

      At length, as Reynard near'd the goal,

      He slowly slacken'd speed,

      And stopping, ere he touch'd the post,

      He turn'd—he did indeed.

      Then off hopp'd Shrimp, and stood at once

      Up at the winning-place;

      While Reynard still look'd back and cried,

      "How now, who wins the race!

      Where are you, villain? where are you?

      Not e'en in sight, I trow!"

      "Nay, pardon, sir," behind him cried

      That sly Shrimp with a bow.

      Then Reynard, all abash'd, did stare

      To find himself outdone!

      While the jeering crowd, in high delight,

      Went wild at all the fun.

      But Reynard could not bear their gibes:

      He slunk in haste away;

      Nor ever guess'd how Shrimp contriv'd

      To win the race that day.

      THE KING AND QUEEN'S QUARREL

      (NARRATED BY A DOLL)

      I was very pleased indeed, when I first came into the world, to find that I was to become the property of a King and Queen. I had seen a great deal of life through my shop-window, and had come to the conclusion that I was formed for high society. So therefore, when my new mistress said to me, "Dolly, I am the Queen to-day, and Bertie is the King," I was not at all surprised, but held myself as firmly as before.

      The King and Queen sat together on one chair, which I suppose is the constant habit of Kings and Queens. They were both very nice and neat, for the nurse had just brushed their hair. The Queen was four years old, and the King was six. And they were both the very prettiest children you could see.

      The little Queen had a blue print frock, and a little round face. She had pretty shy eyes that looked out from beneath a shock of curly hair. The little King was very pretty too. And he liked to play with dolls, which I always think is a nice trait of character in a boy.

      "Oh, what a lovely doll!" cried the Queen, when she first saw me. I may repeat it without vanity, for I suppose it was true. Anyway it is exactly what everybody said the moment