ILLUSTRATED NUMERICAL ENIGMA IN this enigma the words are pictured instead of described. The answer, consisting of forty-six letters, is a quotation from Dryden. GEOGRAPHICAL ZIGZAG (Silver Badge, St. Nicholas League Competition) ALL the words described contain the same number of letters. When rightly guessed and written one below another, the zigzag through the first and second columns will spell the name of one of the United States. CROSS-WORDS: 1. A famous metropolis of the United States. 2. A Grecian city. 3. A city of Vermont. 4. A State capital. 5. A German port. 6. A South American country. 7. A southern State. 8. A South American river. 9. A State capital, named after a famous valley in Greece. 10. A country in Africa. II. An island owned by Denmark. 12. A country of Europe. 13. A New England State capital. JESSICA B. NOBLE (age 11). CROSS-WORD ENIGMA (Silver Badge, St. Nicholas League Competition) My first is in collar but not in tie; My second, in weep but not in sigh; My third is in sob but not in sigh; My fourth, in pupil but not in eye; My fifth is in cake but not in pie; My sixth is in far but not in nigh; My seventh, in ground but not in sky; My whole is a thing that cannot fly. S. H. ORDWAY, JR. (age 11). DOUBLE ACROSTIC ALL the words described contain the same number of letters. When rightly guessed and written one below another, the primals spell the first, and the finals the last, name of an American author who died in May. CROSS-WORDS: 1. A biblical character. 2. A girl's name. 3. Believe. 4. To stop. 5. Chief. 6. One of the Roman emperors. 7. A Bavarian river. 8. To acquire by service. 9. A narrow road. HELEN ROHE (age 13), League Member. CONCEALED SQUARE WORD WHEN Nora went bathing at first at the shore, But no new arrival or old swimmer bold Be he later or earlier it matters not, He cannot escape from a race if he tries, CROSS-WORDS: 1. Puts in motion. 2. A finger. 3. Heals. 4. An inclined slide or tube. 5. The fact of being elsewhere. 6. Long-winged sea-birds. 7. Untied. 8. To caper. 9. To whinny. 10. The capital of Croatia and Slavonia. II. To arm. 12. Foreign. 13. A large baywindow. The two zigzags, reading downward, spell the name of an artist and the place in which are his most famous paintings; and the figures from 1 to 5, and from 5 to 10, two of his best-known works. THE DE VINNE PRESS, NEW YORK. M. F. ANY boy or girl who has to be warned about the dangers of the 'magination may read this story. Other folks keep away. Only if you don't know what the dangers of the 'magination are, you might as well read it and find out. It is something that happened to us. In fact, it has just this minute got through happening, and I'm sitting down to write it out while Pete and Sallie can help me remember. The baby was in it, too, but he is so little that he does n't count. It began about one o'clock this afternoon-it 's nearly six now-when we heard Nora come in great excitement down the stairs. We can always tell if she is coming in excitement or not, because if she 's quiet in her mind, she only trips two or three times. If she 's excited, it sounds as though she fell all the way from the top to the bottom. This time-well, we all jumped up from the lunchtable, perfectly sure she had broken herself to pieces. But she had n't. She was even right side up when we got there. But she was ever so excited! Her big, blue eyes were standing right out from her pretty Irish face, and she could hardly talk straight. "Th' little bur-rd! Th' little yally bur-rd! Somebody lift th' dure to his cage open, and he 's gone. An' I ran to th' windy and looked out, and I saw him in th' crab-apple-tree by th' gate!" Nora is only over from Ireland a few months, and does n't talk very plainly, so maybe I 'd betCopyright, 1912, by THE CENTURY Co. All rights reserved. "WE SAW HIM RUNNING DOWN THE STREET." ter explain that what she meant to say was that Pete's canary-bird was loose again. We have a dreadful time with that canary. Pete's always forgetting to shut the door to the cage, and Dick is forever getting out. But he never flew out-ofdoors before. Pete looked anxious, and he and Nora ran as fast as they could to the front door and down the walk to the crab-apple-tree. Sallie and I stopped to put the baby into his go-cart, for it was a lovely warm day in May, and we knew it would do him good to get out. When we reached the appletree, Pete was n't there. We saw him running like the wind down the street-he can run really very fast if he is only eight. Nora was jumping up and down (she does get so excited!), and crying to us that just as they got to the tree, they saw Dick fly out of the upper branches and go down toward Mrs. Albright's. "Come, Sallie, we 'll go along and help Pete," I said. "We can soon catch up with him." "Oh, please, ma'am, can't I come, too?" said Nora; "I'm so interested in th' poor little bur-rd, so far from his home, and it 's such a grand day and all!" Nora has been rather homesick and low in her mind ever since she landed, and I thought perhaps getting out in the sunshine might do her good. So I said she might come along if she 'd take off her apron. It was rather crumpled. Sallie suggested that we hang it on a limb of the crab-apple-tree until we came back, but Nora thought we might need it to wrap Dickie up in when we brought him home, so we tucked it down back of the baby in the go-cart, and started after Pete. We found him talking to young Mrs. Albright. She was doing up lace curtains, and looked very cross and tired and pale. We heard Pete say, ". . . a little yellow canary-bird about as big as that, and when he chirped, he went so." Pete whistled. "Oh, Mother, Mother," said Dolly Albright, "don't you remember, just a minute ago, a little bird came and sat on the porch railing and winked his eye at us?" "Oh, that 's Dickie!" said Pete. "He has such a cunning way of winking his eye!" "Was it a yellow bird?" I asked. Mrs. Albright had begun to look quite interested. "Why, I do remember! And it flew up into the lilac bush." "Yes, yes!" said Dolly, clapping her hands. "And then went around the corner toward the new tennis-courts on Elm Street." Pete had already started as hard as he could run toward Elm Street. "Oh, please, Mother, may n't I go along?" begged Dolly. Mrs. Albright said at first, "Good gracious no, child! You 're not over your cold yet!" But as |