A queer carriage and other stories

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A queer carriage and other stories
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p. 95-187, 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 20 cm.
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English
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Pratt-Chadwick, Mara L ( Mara Louise )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
G.T. Day & Co ( Publisher )
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G.T. Day & Co.
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Statement of Responsibility:
by Laurie Loring.
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Frontispiece printed in colors.
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Baldwin Library copy: p. 185-186 torn, affecting text.
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
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Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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A QUEER CARRIAGE,





AND OTHER STORIES.




BY
LAURIE LORING,
AUTHOR OF "HOLIDAY ALBUM FOR GIRLS," "HOLIDAY
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A QUEER CARRIAGE.

WHAT a gay time these children are hav-
ing! Fannie and Lou are carrying their
little sister over the wet places. And they
seem to enjoy it as well as Abbie does.
"Oh, I wish 't was wet all the time!
'Tis better than riding with the horse," said
Abbie, after they put her down.
Of course two horses are better than
"mne," answered Lou, laughing.
Both ain't horses," said Abbie, soberly.
" Fannie is a carriage and you is a horse."
"Well, you are a genius, Abbie. If
Fan is the carriage, she must take you in
her arms, and I'll go ahead. Let's try it,
Fan."
It takes two to make a bargain," replied
Fannie. I prefer the old way."
Oh, I shall wet my feet here, sure,"
said Abbie, after they had. been walking a
short distance.
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A Q UEER CARRIAGE.
That's all nonsense, Abbie. It's dry
as a bone, here. What you want is a ride,
I suppose. Well, you little lazy-bones,
hop in," replied Lou.
After she was once more seated to her
satisfaction, Lou said,-
Now, Fan, let's give her such a ride
as she'll not soon forget;" and away they
started on a run.
Whoa, Jackhorses !" cried Abbie,while
she laughed so heartily that she almost
lost her seat.
Can't stop! We are contrary!"
shouted Lou. And on they ran as fast as
they could with their chubby little sister.
O Lou, I can't go another step! I'm
all out of breath! Do stop !" said Fannie
at last.
"That was the best ride I've had," said
Abbie, after they were all seated upon the
grass.
I suppose it is just splendid to you,
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A QUEER CARRIAG.- ,
but what do you think of us ? How do
you suppose we can carry such a great,
heavy girl as you are ?" asked Lou.
Am I very heavy, Lou ?"
Heavy's a log."
How much do logs weigh ?"
Anywhere from twenty-five to a hun-
dred pounds or more."
Well, I want to know how much one
like me weighs," continued little Abbie.
"I should say, going on to a hundred,"
was Lou's sober answer.
Oh! Do I weigh so much ?" asked
Abbie, in a tone of great surprise.
Now, Lou, why can't you talk in ear-
nest with Abbie. You know she doesn't
weigh near that," Fannie said, reprovingly.
I only said going on to one hundred.
If she keeps on long enough she'll weigh
two hundred; won't she? Take a warm
day like this, and she seems to weigh that
now, I think."
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VELMA'S NAP.
WELL, Puss, you've had a nice nap un-
der the tree; haven't you ?" said Velma's
papa, as he came from the field.
Velma was lying upon the green grass
under the apple-tree. She had just opened
her eyes, but was hardly awake yet.
"Say, Velma, what did you dream
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VELMA'S NAP.

about ?" asked papa, as he stooped to lift
his little girl in his arms.
I haven't been 'sleep, have I, papa?"
and Velma laid her head on his shoulder.
"I haven't seen you stir for half an
hour."
Perhaps I was thinking," said Velma,
half asleep even now.
Papa laughed as he said, "Your thoughts
were in dreamland then, I guess, for you
are nearly there now."
Where's that, papa ?"
Oh, where folks travel when they are
asleep."
I don't go anywhere, papa. I stay
right in my crib all night long," said Velma.
You don't? Who dreamt last night
that she was playing with Cousin Rebie in
the woods ? "
I did, papa."
Well, that's the kind of traveling I
meant."
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BROWN-FACED DOLLY.
SEE brown-faced little Dolly
Scarce three years old is she,
And yet we think she'll grow
As wise as she can be.

E'en now she has her lesson
From Lily's picture-book.
She'll find big and little 0
And S with just a look.

She'll be learning soon to read;
She's trying now to spell.
Cat and dog she mastered quick;
Oh; Dolly's doing well!
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PLAYING SCHOOL.
IN a corner of the play-ground
Sits a merry group of four.
Dot, the hat-crowned, is the teacher;
She has tried this game before.

Little Elfie learns her lesson;
Careless Bess thinks more of ease;
Bright-eyed Kate is always laughing;
She'll do nought but turn the leaves.

Little Dot is wise and watchful.
Lessons hard she gives to none;
Plums and nuts she keeps for merits,"
If the tasks they do not shun.
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ISABEL AUGUSTA.

Now, Isabel Augusta, do lay still and
have a good nap, for your mamma's so
awful tired she can't sit up another single
minute."
Ina quickly laid her head upon the
cushion after making this motherly speech
to her doll.
She shut her eyes a few moments, then
with a deep sigh she opened them, saying:
"Oh, dear, what a troublesome child
Isabel Augusta is." Then she trotted the
doll a little, but I suppose it did no good,
for she turned her over on her face and
patted her back a few times, as she said
with a long-drawn breath of relief, -
"There! I guess you'll feel better now.
What trials mothers that have children do
have."
Then she laid her head upon the cushion
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ISABEL AUG USTA.
This time it rested there about half a
minute, before she suddenly started up and
held Isabel Augusta so she could look in
her face. I suppose there must have been
a wonderful change, for she cried out in a
tone of great alarm, -
Oh, dear! what shall I do ? Isabel
Augusta don't breathe! I guess she most
had a fit!" and she flew around and got
some cold water and sprinkled it in her
face; then she put a little cologne on her
handkerchief and held it to her nose.
There! she's breathed a little speck,
so I guess I won't send for the doctor this
time."
She laid the doll down on the cushion
very carefully, and covered it with a
blanket; then she sat down herself, and,
taking out her handkerchief again, slowly
wiped her eyes as she said, -
That's the badest spell Isabel Augusta
ever had. Oh, dear, I'm dreadful afraidd
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ISABEL AUGUSTA.
she'll die if she has another! What shall
I do for her ?"
Ina sat thinking a few moments, then
she jumped up and ran out of the room to
find her mother.
What is good for medicine?" she
asked as quickly as she saw her.
Why, are you sick, Ina ?"
No, I'm not, but Isabel Augusta must
take something so she won't have another
bad spell."
What is the trouble with her now ?
Oh, I, guess 'twas most a fit. She
didn't breathe."
Didn't ? Well, I should think some-
thing hot would be good."
'Tain't a cold, so I guess sugar will be
better."
Her mother smiled, for she knew Ina
liked sugar; but she gave her several
lumps, then away she ran to attend to Isa-
bel Augusta.
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SUN-BIRDS.

THESE look like humming-birds; don't
they ? Well, they are sometimes called
humming-birds in Africa, because their
home is there. A great many are found in
that country.
They are sun-birds, yet they are related
to the humming-bird, and their dress is as
gay and brilliant. Do you wish to know
why they are called sun-birds ?
Because the sunlight has such an effect
on their feathers. It makes them look
very beautiful indeed.
The sun-bird sips honey from the flow-
ers with his long bill. Then, if he wishes
a change of food, he darts here and there
in search of insects.
Shouldn't you like to look into the nest
of such a fairy-like bird, and see the tiny
little eggs; or, better still, see the baby
sun-birds ?
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VIOLET'S SONG.

"COME, Violet, we'll try the song you
are learning to sing for papa when he
gets home," said Mrs. Stedman one even-
ing as she sat by the fire with her children.
Yes, mamma, I want to sing it every
night till papa comes. Won't he be glad
if I sing it all alone ?"
I think he will, for when he sent it, he
said he wished you could learn to sing it
alone, as he wrote it on purpose for you."
Won't it be nice, Joe ? Come and try
it with mamma and I," exclaimed Violet,
catching hold of her brother's hand as she
danced about the room.
They sang the song over and over until
even little Violet could sing one verse quite
well.
How many days now before papa will
come ?" asked Violet, when they were once
more seated around the fire.
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VIOLET'S SONG.
"I shall look for him a week from to-
night," answered mamma.
Oh, I can learn four verses in a week,
can't I ?
"I should think you might learn them
easily in a day," said brother Joe before
mamma could reply.
You must remember, Joe, that Violet
is not as old as you are. If she learns it
perfectly in a week, she will do well."
"I want to learn it so I can say every
single word, mamma."
Yes, that is the way, dear. And you
sang the first verse very well to-night."
Do you think you can remember it till
morning?" asked Joe.
I shall say it over and over when I go
to bed," was Violet's reply.
Come, try it now," said Joe.
She hesitated a moment, then repeated:
" Dear papa is coming to-night, mamma!
Dear papa is coming to-night.
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VIOLET'S SONG.
Let us all sit around the fire, mamma,
And talk by the bright, ruddy light."
I can say it! I can say it!" cried
Violet in delight.
She had hardly finished speaking before
the door opened and her papa walked in
and caught her in his arms.
"0 papa! papa! I can say one verse,"
exclaimed Violet after a shower of kisses.
Papa isn't coming, he has come, you
see," was his laughing answer.
"If you'd stayed a week I could learn
the whole."
Shall I go away and wait a week
longer for you to finish it ?"
Oh, no, no, papa! Please don't go!"
and she clung to him, fearing he was in
earnest.
Well, I was very glad I could start a
week earlier, so, on the whole, I guess I'll
stay.
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THE LOST BIRD.

SEE this little bird on the lady's hand.
Why is she out in the woods with him ? I
will tell you.
The bird is so tame that she does not
keep him in a cage. He can fly all about
the room if he wishes. If the windows
are open he does not try to fly away.
One day, as he was perched upon a
bush near the window, a strange cat came
into the yard and sprang after dear little
Dicky.
This frightened him so much that he
flew into the woods. Then the lady felt
very sorry and hurried out, hoping to find
him before dark.
She called, Dicky! Dicky !" then lis-
tened for his answering note.
He knew her voice and soon came flut-
tering, with a joyful cry, to her hand. She
was very glad to find her pet bird again.
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MILLY'S CHAIN.

MY chain's the longest," cried Emmie,
as she held up one made of the long, slen-
der stems of the dandelion.
"Oh! what a nice one! I wish 'twas
mine," exclaimed little Milly as she looked
at it with longing eyes. She could never
make the frail links stay together.
Pooh! What's that chain good for ?
You couldn't put a fellow's gold watch on
it," said brother Tom. He was there to
look after the girls, he said.
You could if you had one," answered
quiet Julia, without looking up.
I wish 'twas mine," said Milly, again.
You're welcome to it, Milly, if you
want it. I can make another;" and Em-
mie placed it about her neck.
Suppose you let me try it on," said
Tom, before Milly had done admiring it.
If you'll be very careful not to break
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it," answered Milly, as she put it over his
head.
He tried to put one end in his pocket,
then said, You didn't make this right,
Em. You should have one small link to
fasten the watch to."
When you get the watch, I'll fix the
chain to hold it, I promise you," was Em-
mie's answer.
Fix it then, for here's my watch ;" and
Tom picked up a round, flat stone and
tried to wind the chain around it. He
succeeded only in breaking the chain in
several places.
"O Tom!" cried little Milly, "you've
broken it in three places. It's too bad!
You're just as naughty as you can be! I
wish you hadn't come." Then she began
to cry.
I wouldn't make such a fuss about that
old thing," said Tom as he laid the broken
chain in Milly's lap.
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MILL Y'S CHAIN.
"I don't want it now. Keep it your-
self;" and Milly threw the chain at Tom.
Why, Julia and Em will make a dozen
more if you want them. Won't you,
girls ?"
Yes, Milly, don't cry about that.
Here is another almost done."
Tom," said Julia, "you deserve a little
punishment for making trouble in the
camp, so you must get me a few more
small stems just as quickly as possible. I
haven't quite enough to finish this;" and
she held up a delicate chain'.
You'll give that to me, I suppose," said
Tom as he went to look for the stems.
Julia smiled as she answered, I did
think of it once, but it's doubtful now.
Please get the dandelion stems, however."
When it was finished she gave it to
Milly, saying, Don't fret the next time
you lose one. This is better than the first,
and Emmie's is prettier still."
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BABY JESSIE.

"SMELL flowers," said baby Jessie as
she stood on tiptoe and held up a handful
of clover blossoms to Winnie.
Where did Jessie get them ? "
Way off. Baby Jessie eated some.
Winnie eat ;" and again a handful was
held up to sister.
Why, Jess, don't eat grass!" exclaimed
Winnie.
'Tain't grass! Them's flowers!" the
indignant baby voice replied.
Yes, they are pretty flowers, Jessie, but
cows eat clover, not baby girls."
Baby Jessie eat more;" and the wilful
baby put a clover blossom in her mouth.
"I shall tell mamma if Jessie eats any
more," said Winnie.
"Baby Jessie'll run way off and eat
flowers."
Then Winnie'll run and catch her."
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Baby Jessie'1 run fast and hide."
"Then mamma and I will find her; she
can't get away from us."
"Baby Jessie's going ; and away she
scampered, with her clover blossoms, as
fast as her little legs could carry her.
Winnie knew where she usually went at
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BABY 7ESSIE.
such times, so she waited a while before
following her. Soon she went softly
toward a clump of lilac bushes. There
was little Jessie, slowly picking the blos-
soms to pieces.
Jessie isn't going to eat any more, is
she ?" said Winnie, unwisely mentioning
the subject again.
Yes, baby Jessie's goin' to eat flowers
all up."
Give them to me and I'll get you some
bread and butter."
Bread and butter ain't good. Flowers
is sweet;" and she put a few more in her
mouth. But mamma came now, and the
clover was forgotten, for she held some
little cakes in her hand.
Baby Jessie want some! cried Jessie
the moment she saw what mamma had.
How many does baby want ? "
Free five !" and both her hands were
held up to receive the cakes.
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AT THE WINDOW.
LITTLE Sunshine at the window,
By the nodding roses white,
Shading eyes so blue and winsome
From the bright and dazzling light.

Watching papa as he lingers
At the corner of the street;
Ready for the good-by kisses
Sent on breezes soft and fleet.

Soon an ans'ring kiss will flutter
From those dainty fingers white;
And the blue eyes will be sadder
When dear papa's not in sight.
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THE BASKET OF GRAPES.

WELL, what is Pansy doing now?
Feeding the biddies, to be sure. But what
has she got in her little basket ?
Oh, it is a nice cluster of grapes. Will
the biddies like them as well as corn?
This big black one seems to like grapes
very well. After she has picked up the
few Pansy has dropped, I think she will
be ready for those in her hand.
Do you suppose Biddy can jump and
get those she is holding so high ? They
will sometimes jump up to get the grapes
which are hanging low on the vines, so I
guess she can get these if Pansy doesn't
throw them on the ground.
If all the biddies come her grapes will
not last long. But she will go to mamma
for more, if she hasn't enough for herself
and them, she enjoys feeding the biddies
so well.
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"COME, Tuty, and I'll hear you read,"
said Mary Porter to her little sister.
"Oh, yes, I'll read about the little
mousie which the pussy-cat caught and
then ate up."
Tuty brought her book, and with Mary's
help read the story very well for a little
girl not quite five years old.
Now hear me spell." Tuty always
says this after any one has heard her read.
Spell cat."
C-a-t cat, d-o-g dog. Now give me a
new one, Mary."
You are a girl, so you ought to know
how to spell girl."
Is that a hard word ?"
No, it's most as easy as cat and dog."
What is the first letter, Mary ?"
"G comes first."
G-o What comes next ?"
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That ain't right. G-i-r-1 spells girl."
After trying a few times Tuty spelled
it very well. Then Mary said, "Now
spell your name."
Oh, I can't spell Tuty. You-"
"Tuty isn't your name. That's only
your nickname. You must spell Lucy."
I want to spell Tuty, too. I like that
the best."
Well, learn Lucy first."
"That ain't all my name. It's Lucy
Porter."
You can't spell long words yet. Your
first name is enough now. L-u-c-y, Lucy.
Now try it, Tuty."
L-y Oh, dear, that's too long, I
guess.
No, that is easy. L-u-c-y. Now try it
again.
Tuty could soon spell her own name;
but when that was learned she was tired of
lessons, so she ran out to play.
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AMY'S ROSE-BUSH.
AMY is very fond of flowers. She has
a small garden of her own. Sometimes
her mother gives her house-plants to set in
it. Amy wished very much for one rose-
bush which she thought very beautiful.
Her mother valued it highly; but Amy
promised to take good care of it, and was
delighted when her mother put it in the
centre of her little garden.
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HELEN'S NEW DRESS.

HELEN thinks she looks very pretty in
her new dress. She always likes to look
well, and I suppose all little girls do. It
isn't strange, for I like to see them dressed
prettily myself.
But I hope none of them will think so
much of their handsome dresses as to for-
get the poor little girls who never have any
pretty ones, and seldom have a new one
of any kind.
Never treat your playmates unkindly
because they are not dressed well. If they
are only neat'and clean, it is enough. I
have seen children poorly clothed more
ready to do a kind act than those richly
dressed.
If little girls are ready to do cheerfully
what mamma tells them, and are kind and
loving to each other, it is better than all
the new dresses in the world.
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HELEN'S NEW DRESS.
Let us follow Helen into the sitting-
room and see if she is going to thank
mamma for making such a pretty dress.
Mamma, why didn't you put two ruf-
fles on my dress ? Viola King has three
on hers."
One is enough for such a little girl."
No, 'tisn't. I wanted more than one."
Helen, dear, I don't like to hear such
words or see such a face. If you don't
like your dress I will take it off."
I don't want to take it off. But why
couldn't you make it like Viola's ?"
"I make my little girl's dresses the way
I think they look the best. I am sorry if
she is not satisfied."
Helen knew if she found any more fault
she would be obliged to change her dress;
so she said no more, but she still looked
very unpleasant. How much happier she
would have been, and mamma, too, if she
had thanked her instead of finding fault.
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THE PEACOCK.
I WONDER if any of the little girls who
look at this picture ever saw any peacock's
feathers. I have seen girls wear them in
their hats.
You can see what a long tail this pea-
cock has, but you must see a live one
spread his tail like a fan, if you wish to
know how beautiful the colors are.
The spots which look something like
eyes are at the end of each feather.
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DELL AND KITTY.

"BE you the little girl who was most
drowned last week ?" asked Dell Brown
as she stood mending a net by the side of
an old boat.
Blue-eyed Kitty Stanley looked up with
a bright smile as she answered, Yes, I
should have been drowned, but Nep
jumped right into the water and caught
hold of my dress and brought me to the
beach. He was good; wasn't he ?"
"Yes, first rate, I think. Is he your
brother ?"
Oh, no," answered Kitty, laughing
merrily, he's my dog. His name is Nep-
tune, but we call him Nep."
I should like to see him. I like dogs,
if they are large ones," said Dell.
Oh, he's a great, large fellow! And a
beauty, too. I'll let him come with me,
to-morrow. Shall you be here, then ?"
Yes. It will take one day more to
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mend this net. I like to do it out here,
for then I can see the folks on the beach."
"Do you like to mend that coarse
stuff?" asked Kitty.
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DELL AND KITTY.
Oh, this is good work enough," replied
Dell cheerfully. Father said the fish got
out of such big holes, and mother has so
much to do she couldn't get time."
Don't you have to study any ? You
are large enough to go to school."
Yes, I'm big enough," said Dell laugh-
ing, but I can't go all the time, for I have
to help mother."
What can you do ?"
I can sweep, and wash dishes, and
take care of Andy."
Who is Andy? "
He's my little brother. He's real cun-
ning, too. ,Wouldn't you like to see
him ?"
Yes, but I can't go to your house, for
mamma said I must not go into any of
the houses without leave."
Oh, I'll bring him here to-morrow and
you'll bring your dog. That will be a
good way, then Andy can see Nep."
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DELL AND KITTY.
I must go now, but I'll come down to-
morrow, if I don't ride out with papa."
The next day when Kitty ran down to
the beach with her great Newfoundland
dog, she found Dell there, holding her lit-
tle brother in her arms.
"I shouldn't think you could lift him,"
said Kitty, as she took hold of his hand.
Oh, I'm large and strong. He isn't
heavy for me," answered Dell as she put
Andy down by the side of the dog.
Nep almost knocked him over, but
Andy didn't care. He seized the black,
curly hair with both hands and pulled Nep
to his heart's content. Both seemed to en-
joy it.
But, by-and-by, Nep seemed to think
that Andy's face needed washing; so he
used his tongue for a sponge.
This was a little too much, even for
brave Andy. He ran to Dell and hid his
face in her dress.
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PATIENT EVA.

EVA is lame. She cannot run about and
play as other children do, but she likes to
sit by the window and watch them.
When she gets tired sitting in a chair,
her mother sometimes moves her bed close
up to the window. She loves to sit or lie
upon it then, and listen to the birds, or
watch the light, fleecy clouds as they move
slowly past.
She is very patient, and seldom com-
plains, even when suffering severely. If
she is awake in the night, she likes to see
the twinkling stars. It helps her to remem-
ber her kind, Heavenly Father, who loves
her so well, even though he permits her to
suffer pain.
When she is able to sit up she enjoys
her books if there are pictures in them.
HJer mother reads the stories, and she
studies the pictures very carefully. When
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her mother is busy she reads the stories
herself.
There is one Bible story which she en-
joys more than all the rest.
It tells about Christ healing the lame
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hman. How she wishes He was on the
earth now! She would go right to Him
and ask Him to cure her.
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MERRY'S WREATH.

PLEASE, mamma, go into the woods
with me," said little Merry one day.
"And what shall we do when we get
there ?" asked mamma.
"Oh, we'll find flowers--we'll eat ber-
ries-we'll we'll do lots of fings, mam-
ma.
Then I think I must go."
Perhaps mamma'll make a wreath for
me! exclaimed Merry as she danced along
the path.
As quickly as they entered the woods,
she ran here and there, and very soon she
had her apron full of pretty, wild flowers.
Emptying them into mamma's lap, she
begged for a wreath.
What will you do with the wreath ?"
asked mamma, as Merry stood watching
her twine the flowers together.
"Well, I dess I'll put it on mamma's
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"or papa's hat," answered Merry, earnestly.
"We'll take it home for papa, then;"
and mamma smiled as she looked up into
the rosy face so near.
Oh, yes, mamma, for papa's new hat!
'Twill look most like my eetin' one."
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MERRY'S WREATH.
But papa will hardly want to wear his
to meeting, I think."
No, for papas don't wear flowers.
Papa hides his hat under the seat. Flowers
wouldn't show, mamma," said Merry, as
she slowly shook her head.
How wise my little Merry has grown,"
mamma said, laughingly.
Won't papa put his wreath on for few
minutes ?"
Oh, yes, he'll try it on for us to see."
Merry was so anxious to go home now,
she could hardly wait for the wreath to be
finished. And after they reached home
they had to wait for papa.
When will he come ? she kept asking.
But at last his well-known step was
heard, and Merry ran to meet him, say-
ing, -
0 papa, we've made a wreath and
you must put it on your hat and and
mamma wants to see it."
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MERRY'S WREATH.
How much did you do to it ?" asked
papa, as he took Merry up and kissed her.
"I I found flowers, papa."
That was a good deal, little girl. But
you don't care to see it on my hat, do you ?
Only mamma."
Oh, yes, papa! I want to see it this
minute."
Merry clapped her hands in delight
when papa placed the hat, with the wreath
around it, on his head. She climbed into
his lap half a dozen times to fix it, then
jumped down again, so she could see how
it looked at a distance.
Then he hung the hat up with the wreath
still on it, which pleased her very much.
The next morning Merry ran to look at
the wreath before breakfast.
It's all dryin' up, mamma. The flowers
won't stand up. They hang right down."
Never mind, Merry; we can get more
any day."
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POOR ELSE.

ELSE is an Italian girl. She came to
America with her father and mother when
she was about six years old. Her parents
did not live long after they came to this
country.
When they died she went to live with
some Italian people who traveled about
all the time. Little Else often wished they
would stay in one place longer, she was
Always so tired.
Oh, if she could only rest long enough
once! But day after day she must run
about the streets with her violin. If she
had no money at night, the woman she
lived with often treated her unkindly; so
she tried very hard to earn a few cents, if
no more.
Sometimes she went out with a man who
carried a hand-organ. Perhaps you have
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One day Else was out alone on the
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streets of the city where they were stop-
ping. It was nearly night, and she had no
money. She felt so tired she could not
play very well. At last she thought she
would sing one song.
She had a sweet voice, yet now it sound-
ed very- sad. Just as she finished a door
near her opened, and a little girl handed
her some money and a few songs.
Else thanked her, then started for the
place she called home. The lamps were
lit now, so she thought she would sit down
a moment and see if she could read the
songs the child had given her.
But poor Else's eyes would not stay
open. She leaned her head against the
cold stones and was soon fast asleep.
After a while someone shook her roughly
by the shoulder and asked why she was
sleeping there.
I'll go now," was her answer as she
took up her violin and walked slowly away.
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NELL.
NELL must be careful, or she will slip
from the wet rocks into the water.
But she has always lived near the
shore, and feels no fear.
She likes to go out in a boat with her
father, and see him -catch fish. Sometimes
she holds a line herself.
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FEEDING THE CAT.

"COME, Snowball, come and eat your
breakfast," said Ida, as she put the plate
down before the cat and stroked the soft,
white fur.
Purr, purr, purr !" was all the answer
which pussy made as she slowly rose and
lazily stretched herself.
Oh dear, I wish you wasn't so old,
Snowball! Why can't you run and play
as Ginnie's kitty does? I must get me a
little kitty."
Purr, purr! Don't, don't!" the old
cat seemed to answer.
Don't ? Well, you dear old pussy-cat,
you needn't fuss, for I'll take good care of
you as long as you live."
Purr, purr! Good, good! Idathought
the cat meant to say.
Well, Snowball, when I get me a little
cunning kitty, will you treat her well, and
let her eat out of your plate ?" asked Ida.
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FEEDING THE CAT.
"Purr, purr! Don't know, don't

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now.
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FEEDING THE CA T.
"Don't know? I'm ashamed of you,
Snowball. I should think you'd be glad
to have company. If you are so selfish, I
don't pity you much if you are old and
stiff."
Purr, purr! Pity me, pity me!" Ida
laughed to see the cat look up in her face,
as if asking for pity.
Pity you ? Yes, I will show just as
much to you, as you show to my little kitty
when I get her."
This time Snowball mewed, and Ida
thought it sounded like Well!" so she
said,-
"We'll call it settled, then. Now I
must run in and help mother do the dishes,"
and she started and ran toward the house.
Before she reached it, the cat passed
her.
"Well, Snowball, you've waked up at
last, haven't you ? 'Fraid I shall get a kit-
ten, I guess."
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The swallows twitter and sing,
As if wild with fun and delight;
They are ever on the wing,
Darting in and out of our sight.

"They chatter so loud and long,
We think they are planning some flight;
They'll give us a parting song,
And start by the bright, morning li ht.
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CHRISTMAS DREAMS.

"TO-MORROW is Christmas! Oh, ain't
you glad, Ethel ?" said brown-eyed Edith
to her little sister just as they were ready
for bed.
Guess I am glad. I 'spect Santa
Claus will fill my stockings brim full to-
night ;" and Ethel's black eyes sparkled
with pleasure.
I think he'll bring me a picture-book,
for one thing," said the wise Edith.
"Well, I hope he'll bring my dolly a
string of beads. She needs them more
than anything," said motherly little Ethel
as she laid her curly head on the pillow.
Thus the children talked till sleep closed
the bright eyes. Then -oh, such wonder-
ful dreams of Santa Claus! He came on
a golden cloud, surrounded by many gay
toys. Picture-books, dolls and beads were
mixed up in strange disorder, with kites,
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boats, and other boys' toys. But the morn-
ing light brought order out of all this con-
fusion.
Some one who loved the children had
been there and filled each little stocking.
Edith's picture-book, bright and beauti-
ful enough to satisfy any little girl, was in
a chair. And Ethel's beads were found in
the very toe of her stocking.
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LOOKING FOR PAPA.

DELLA'S papa works a long way from
home. He takes his dinner with him, and
does not return till late at night.
Della always meets him at the old fence,
unless the weather is very bad. Walking
home with papa is the greatest pleasure
she has through the whole day.
She seldom goes beyond those old posts.
If he is not in sight when she gets there,
she stands and watches for the first
glimpse of him in the distance.
A glad shout always tells him when her
bright eyes are successful. Then what a
gay time they have walking along together.
One day she seemed more anxious than
usual to run and meet him. She started
quite early, although her mother told her
she would have to wait.
"' Oh, dear, I do wish he would come,"
said Della' to herself as she shaded her
eyes with her hand in order to see better.
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"There he is she cried at last. Oh,
now I can tell him! and she ran beyond
the old posts to meet her father.
Why is this, Della? You were always
to stop at the fence."
"Oh, I couldn't wait, papa! I've got
"something at home to show you. Oh,
they are so pretty! "
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LOOKING FOR PAPA.
They! what have you got ? birds ?"
No, papa. You must guess again."
"Chickens ?"
No, that ain't right;" and Della
laughed at his look of surprise.
What color are they ?"
One is white and one is speckled."
Oh, I guess Ben has found some rab-
bits."
Wrong, papa wrong! "
I shall have to give it up, I guess.
But I'll try once more, if you'll tell me
where you got them."
"Oh, if I tell where they came from,
you'll guess in a minute," answered Della.
"Well, unless they are little pigs, I shall
wait till I see them, for we are almost
home now."
They ain't pigs; they are ever so much
prettier," replied Della as she led the way
to one corner of the wood-shed. There
they are, papa," and she pointed to two
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little kittens curled up in one heap to-
gether.
Oh, aunt Emma has been here; hasn't
she ? I forgot that she promised you two
kittens when they were large enough. I
suppose you are suited now, Della."
Yes; I think they are just as pretty as
they can be."
What shall you call them ? Such won-
derful creatures deserve a name."
I shall call the white one Downy and
the speckled one Beauty, because that is
the prettiest. Now I must run and get
them some milk, for they must be hungry."
Don't they want some bread, too ?'
No. Aunt Emma said I must give
them nothing but milk now."
How often shall you feed them ? Once
in five minutes ?"
Now you are laughing at me, papa.
You know I shan't feed them as often as
that."
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WHERE do you suppose Emilie is going
with her hoop ?
She is going to school. She has her
dinner and books in her bag. She likes to
play out of doors after eating her dinner,
so she takes her hoop to school with her.
Then at recess there is plenty of time to
take a good run, so she drives her hoop all
about the yard. Sometimes the girls all
start together and see which can cross the
yard the quickest.
Emilie can drive hoop the best, but they
all enjoy trying; and they come in after
their play with rosy cheeks and happy
faces.
Often when they start for home, they
start their hoops also. But they cannot do
as well with their books in one hand, for
the hoops continually run off the sidewalk.
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EDIE is dressed up very nicely, yet she
does not look pleased. What can the
trouble be ?
After mamma has taken so much pains
to make this nice white dress, and to buy
the pretty pink ribbons to go with it, she
ought to look happier.
Shall I tell you what troubles her ? She
wants to go out and play in the yard with
the dog. She has been playing there all
the morning with him, and now mamma
thinks it is best to stay in the house a
while.
She has toys of all kinds, more than
many little girls have, and she should be
contented and happy with them. But some
little children are never pleasant unless
they can have their own way.
I think Edie must be one of these; don't
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It is her birth-day, to-day. She is just

five years old. This is why she is dressed
in white. Mamma has invited all Edie's
little cousins to spend the afternoon with
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her; and she wants her to look clean and
nice when they come.
By-and-by, however, when they all get
there, she will let them go out and have a
good run and play in the hay-field, if they
wish.
All will enjoy that, for the hay-field is
one of the best play-grounds in the world.
It is such fun to toss the sweet, fragrant
hay about, and half bury some one in it.
Then it is a fine place to play hide-and-
seek in.
Shouldn't you think Edie would look
happy, thinking of the many pleasant
things which mamma has planned for her?
That is the way to be cheerful and
happy, little girls; think of the pleasant
things.
Don't keep thinking of the many dresses,
books and toys which some of your play-
mates have, but think of the poor little
girls who go ragged all the time.
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any better, yet he spends an hour or two
singing every morning.
I suppose his mate sings also, although
she does not wear so fine a coat, or such a
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they imitate all the birds around them.
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PAPA'S GRAVE.

LORA'S papa was a soldier. He was
wounded in battle. He came home hop-
ing to get well; but, like so many of our
brave soldiers, he gave his life for his
country.
After he died, Lora kept fresh flowers
on his grave for a long time. And now
every May she goes with mamma and
many others, not only to lay flowers on his
grave, but on the graves of all the soldiers.
Perhaps some of the little girls who read
this have done the same. I hope none of
them will forget our brave soldiers on Dec-
oration Day, but will select the loveliest
and best flowers to make into wreaths,
crosses and bouquets. Even little girls
can gather flowers for this purpose.
I love to see the flowers and small flags
upon the soldiers' graves. It helps us to
remember how much they have done for us.
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ETTA'S papa took her one day to see
some strange looking animals. How
queer they looked to the little girl. She
was afraid to go near them at first.
"0 papa, what is that ?" asked Etta, as
the man led out a camel. Won't he bite
us ?
Oh, no. The camel is very gentle.
See, those children are going to take a ride
on his back. Would you like to ride so,
once ?
Oh, no, papa! I'm afraid I should
fall."
There's a nice seat on his back. Come,
we'll go a little nearer."
Etta clung closely to papa's hand as he
stepped toward the camel. Here she found
two of her cousins, Jennie and Dan. They
were going to ride the next time, and they
wanted Etta to ride with them.
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"I should fall off, I know I should!"
was all Etta would say.
But when the camel came back, after the
man had led him about the yard, she
thought he looked so gentle, that she was
tempted to try.
Dan, hold me on," whispered Etta.
Yes, if there's any need of it. Come,
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ETTA'S RIDE.

Jennie and I are going now."
You can see Etta on the camel's neck.
Dan sits near, to catch her if she falls.
She was so delighted with her first ride,
that she tried it the second time. Then
she ran to her papa, saying, -
Oh, papa, he's real clever He didn't
hurt me a mite!"
Who ? the man or the camel ? "
"The camel, papa. I guess he likes
little girls, for he didn't bite one of us. I'd
like to come and ride every day."
Would ? I think I should prefer our
horse."
The horse goes too fast. I like to ride
slow, as I did on the camel."
If that's all you want, you can be satis-
fied. You'd like to ride on the horse, if
I led him, wouldn't you ?"
Oh, yes, papa !"
Then you may try it every day, if you
wish."
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BREAD-FRUIT.
I SUPPOSE none of the little girls who
read this ever made a loaf of bread, but
they have seen their mothers make it. Per-
haps they thought it was hard work, and
wondered why it didn't grow all made.
Well, if these little girls lived on some
of the islands in the South Seas, perhaps
they would never need to make it, for there
the bread-fruit tree grows.
The fruit, when ripe, is of a light green
color, and about as large as a boy's head.
When baked, it is soft, tender and white.
It tastes like bread.
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FAY'S LESSON.

COME, Fay, I'm ready now," said Mrs.
Hawton.
Yes, mamma; and without a word
of complaint, Fay left her dolls and seated
herself to take her first lesson in music.
She is quite young to learn to play on
an instrument, but mamma thinks she can
take easy lessons now, and harder ones by-
and-by.
Fay thinks mamma always does just
right; that no other little girl ever had half
as good a teacher as she has.
Fay has never attended school. She is
not very old or very strong, so mamma
teaches her at'home. She makes the les-
sons very easy and pleasant to her little
girl.
I hope Fay will always try to please so
good a mother. Who has told us to honor
our father and mother ?
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BY THE RIVER.

ADA loves to come and sit by the side of
the river, and watch the water gliding so
silently yet swiftly by.
She thinks the birds sing more sweetly
here than nearer home. And no flowers
are quite as delicate and fragrant as those
around her favorite seat.
Then the speckled fish seem to know
her, too. She is quite sure she knows
them. One large one she calls themother-
fish, and the tiny bits of ones she calls the
baby-fishes. She often wonders where
they get their dinner.
Sometimes she throws a handful of
crumbs into the water, for she thinks they
must like a little bread to eat for a change.
One day, while looking for berries, she
was delighted to find a cunning little bird's
nest, with four tiny,'blue eggs in it. Now
she was more anxious to come to the river
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than ever. Day after day she peeped into
the nest to see if there were any little birds
there.
Sometimes she found the mother-bird
on the nest. If it had known what a gen-
tle, kind-hearted girl Ada was, I do not
think it would have flown away as it al-
ways did.
It is very cruel to frighten or kill the
dear little birds. Ada did not wish to
harm them, and she felt very sorry that the
old bird was so wild. She loved dearly to
look into the bushes and see her sitting
there.
Oh, how pleased she was one day to find
four little bits of birds instead of eggs in
the nest! And how wide they opened their
mouths the moment she stirred the bushes.
It seemed to Ada that she could see noth-
ing but mouth.
How she enjoyed watching them grow
from week to week. She was almost as
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much pleased as the mother-bird was, when
they were able to leave the nest and hop
into the bushes near.
She could not help laughing to see their
awkward movements when they first at-
tempted to fly. But what amused her
more than anything, was to see the mother-
bird feed her young ones after they grew
to be as large as she was.
At last there came a day when Ada
looked in vain for her pets. The bird-
family had left their home in the bushes,
and she felt very lonely without them.
For a few days she did not care to go to
her seat by the river; yet she liked it too
well to give it up, and. she soon found
other little creatures to watch and love.
She did not give up her seat here until
it was too cold to sit out of doors. Then
she threw one more handful of crumbs to
the birds and fishes and left them for the
winter.
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CRISSY'S BED.

WHAT a funny bed little Crissy has
chosen, hasn't she ? Instead of her clean,
white bed at home, she is lying upon the
cool, green grass. It is so warm that she
needs no covering, save the shadow of the
tall bushes drooping near.
And it is so quiet in the woods that
she will fall asleep, hearing no song but
that of the bright-winged birds, mingled
with the rustling of leaves upon the tree-
tops.
But why is she here all alone ? She
left the garden where her mother told her
to play, and wandered into the woods so
that she lost the path.
Now she must stay here until her father
or brothers find her. They will soon miss
Crissy, however, and then they will search
all around for the little lost girl. She has
been in the woods before, so I think they
will look here first.
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SAY asked her mother if she couldn't
take her book out under the trees and
study. Her mother was willing, so she ran
out into the orchard and was soon curled
up on the grass beneath a large tree.
She stayed longer than usual, so her
mother went out to see what it was which
made her merry little Say so interested in
her book.
What do you suppose she saw ? One
of Say's pet rabbits was lying in her lap.
He looked so cunning her mother thought
she would not disturb them; so she stepped
quietly away without speaking.
By-and-by Say ran in to tell her mother
about it. Oh, mother," she cried, "you
can't guess what has been lying in my lap
while I was studying.")
Perhaps I can. Was it your white
rabbit ? "
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"What made you guess that the first
thing.?"
"" Because I saw you," answered her
mother, laughing.
Have you been out in the orchard ? I
didn't see you," said Say, in surprise.
You were too busy looking at your
rabbit or your book, I don't know which,"
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STUD YING.
and her mother smiled as she took the
book, saying, Let me see if you know
anything about your lesson."
Oh, I learned it most all before he got
into my lap," replied Say. And she was
right, for the lesson was recited perfectly.
Well, I think the rabbit must have
helped instead of hindered," was her moth-
er's remark as she gave Say the book.
He was just as still as a mouse. And
after he had been in my lap a little while,
he kept shutting his eyes, so I thought he
was sleepy. I had to keep still then, for I
wanted him to have his nap. I read my
lesson over and over, till I could say every
word without looking on my book. But
it was real hard work to sit still so long."
I think it must have been rather hard
for you. Yet you can sit still and- study,
you see now, Say. If you can do it so as
not to disturb your rabbit, you can do the
same to please your mother or teacher."
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STUD YING.
Restless Say had not thought of that.
She enjoyed sitting under the trees with
her book a little while, especially if her
rabbits were where she could see them
every time she looked up; or if she could
hear the birds sing, or watch the gay but-
terflies sail lazily through the air.
But to sit still in the crowded school-
room was much more difficult. What a
hard task, also, it was to sew. How the
thread would knot up and the needles
break.
And the stitches, how they would pucker,
especially if she was in a hurry to go out
and feed the rabbits.
O mother," she said one day, I never
can learn to sew real well."
Not if you try, Say ?"
I've tried and tried, and is doesn't do
any good."
You must try longer. What you need
in working or studying, is patience."
183







GOING HOME.

COME home early," said Susie Warner's
mother to her one afternoon, just as she
was starting away to visit one of her school-
mates.
Yes, mother, I'll start real early," she
answered cheerfully. And away she ran
over the light snow which had fallen the
night before.
Susie meant to do as her mother wished,
but she became so much interested in her
play that she forgot all about home and
mother and mother's words.
The short winter day was rapidly draw-
ing to a close, when she suddenly thought
of her long walk home, and that she was
to start early.
She -hurriedly put on her things, bid her
schoolmate good-by, and ran out of the
yard. The sun had just set. She was
not afraid, yet she felt sorry that she had
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woods, which she had often taken in
mer, and she wondered if sh
that way now.






GOING HOME.
It might be wet, but she resolved to try
it. How dreary and cold it was! Not at
all like the pleasant walk along the same
path on a warm summer day.
She was really glad when she reached
the fence, over which she could step into
the road. It was now quite dark, but one
star shone brightly almost over her home.
This made the remainder of her walk
pleasanter, although her feet were now
damp and cold.
Mother, I'm so sorry I forgot what
you said," were her words the moment she
entered the house.
"Try and not forget again," said her
mother kindly as she drew her chair up to
the fire.
I didn't mean to forget this time; but
Reba and I were playing with her puzzles,
school. rgot all about it, until I heard her
yard. Tht was almost sunset. Then I
not afraid, yet s:,st as I could."
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