The green hills are tipped with light, and look as if they werewearing golden crowns. I can see a river a great way off, and itlooks quite still, although I know it is running as fast as it canto get to the ocean.
　　The birds are flying past the window to go home and take care oftheir little ones. I am glad the birds are not afraid to live inour garden, and to build nests in our trees.
　　Our garden is full of flowers—pinks, lilies, and roses. Mothercalls this the month of roses. My birthday will come in a week, andwe can have all the flowers we wish for wreaths and bouquets.
　　There, Susie, said Mrs. Smith, "that is a very nice composition,indeed." "A composition!" exclaimed Susie, "is that a composition?""Yes, my dear, and a very good one, too," replied her mother. "Whenit hasn't even a subject?"
　　We can find one for it, and I do not doubt it will please yourteacher, as it does me. You see, my dear, continued her mother,"that it is easy enough to write if you have anything interestingto write about."
　　The next morning Susie copied her composition very neatly, andstarted to school with a happy heart, saying, as she gave hermother a kiss, "Just think how funny it is, dear mother, that Ishould have written so long a composition without knowingit."

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