"Who made his shroud?" "I," said the Beetle, "With my thread and needle, I made his shroud."-Death of Cock Robin. It must be much easier to play at things when there are more of you than when there is only one. There is only one of me, and Nurse does not care about playing at things. Sometimes I try to persuade her; but if she is in a good temper she says she has got a bone in her leg, and if she isn't she says that when little boys can't amuse themselves it's a sure and certain sign they've got "the worrits," and the sooner they are put to bed with a Gregory's powder "the better for themselves and every one else."