Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: Marion's story
 Chapter II: Ethel in Sunday-sc...
 Chapter III: The Lord's prayer
 Chapter IV: Things that happen...
 Chapter V: Ethel going to...
 Chapter VI: "Hallowed be thy...
 Chapter VII: Harold's trial
 Chapter VIII: All about Thanks...
 Chapter IX: Aunt Lucy's letter
 Chapter X: Thinking of climbin...
 Chapter XI: Getting ready...
 Chapter XII: A morning at...
 Chapter XIII: "Doing the Lord's...
 Chapter XIV: A happy thought
 Chapter XV: At work again
 Chapter XVI: "As we forgive our...
 Chapter XVII: The new shoes
 Chapter XVIII: The temperance...
 Chapter XIX: Joy in Heaven
 Chapter XX: More talks
 Chapter XXI: Confessing Christ
 Back Cover

Title: Harold's helps, or, The pearl of prayers
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Title: Harold's helps, or, The pearl of prayers
Alternate Title: Pearl of prayers
Physical Description: 248 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Wilbur, R. M.
American Baptist Publication Society ( Publisher )
Publisher: American Baptist Publication Society
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: c1887
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Temperance -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Baptism -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. R.M. Wilbur.
General Note: Added title page printed in red and blue.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Chapter I: Marion's story
        Page 5
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    Chapter II: Ethel in Sunday-school
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    Chapter III: The Lord's prayer
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    Chapter IV: Things that happened
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    Chapter V: Ethel going to school
        Page 54
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    Chapter VI: "Hallowed be thy name"
        Page 60
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    Chapter VII: Harold's trial
        Page 69
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    Chapter VIII: All about Thanksgiving
        Page 78
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    Chapter IX: Aunt Lucy's letter
        Page 93
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    Chapter X: Thinking of climbing
        Page 106
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    Chapter XI: Getting ready for it
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    Chapter XII: A morning at the Menagerie
        Page 133
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    Chapter XIII: "Doing the Lord's prayer"
        Page 145
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    Chapter XIV: A happy thought
        Page 155
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    Chapter XV: At work again
        Page 166
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    Chapter XVI: "As we forgive our debtors"
        Page 178
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    Chapter XVII: The new shoes
        Page 188
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    Chapter XVIII: The temperance cadets
        Page 200
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    Chapter XIX: Joy in Heaven
        Page 214
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    Chapter XX: More talks
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    Chapter XXI: Confessing Christ
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    Back Cover
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, by the
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


I.-MARION'S STORY ........................... 5

II.-ETHEL IN SUNDAY-SCHOOL .................. 16

III.-THE LORD'S PRAYER .............. ....... 28

IV.-THINGS THAT HAPPENED.................... 42

V.-ETHEL GOING TO SCHOOL.................... 54

VI.-" HALLOWED BE THY NAME." .............. 60

VII.-HAROLD'S TRIAL............................ 69

VIII.-ALL ABOUT THANKSGIVING ................ 78

IX.-AUNT LUCY'S LETTER....................... 93

X.-THINKING OF CLIMBING ..................... 106

XI.-GET'TING READY FOR IT..................... 120



XIII.-" DOING THE LORD'S PRAYER.". ........... 145

XIV.-A HAPPY THOUGHT ..................... .155

XV.-AT WORK AGAIN. ....................... 166

XVI.--"As WE FORGIVE OUR DEBTORS."........ 178

XVII.-THE NEW SHOES .......................... 188

XVIII.--THE TEMPERANCE CADETS .................. 200

XIX.-JoY IN HEAVEN ......................... 214

XX.-MORE TALKS ............................. 227

XXI.-CONFESSING CHRIST....................... 242






C OME along, you blessed little scare-crow!" and
Harold gently pulled and coaxed little Ethel
toward the other side of the village green.
"Come, the doggy won't hurt you; and there's
papa over there, waiting for us. Come now, let's
I tan't see papa. Ethel 'faid of doggy. Harry
take Ethel."
In an instant the chubby arms were around Harry's
neck and he was carrying her across the little common.
"I see papa. Papa sees Ethel too;" said the
child with a merry little laugh, the next minute.


"I isn't one bit 'faid now!" and she sprang out of
Harry's arms and ran gleefully on towards her father,
and directly they were walking slowly home together,
while Harry ran on ahead.
"I glad you don't walk fast, like Harry does,
papa," said Ethel, kicking her toes in the gravel of
the side-walk. He's always in a hurry, a big, awful
hurry, Harry is. And if I wants to stop just a
minute for somefin, he says, Trotsey must come yite
along, or he must go home without me. I don't
believe he must, do you, papa?'" and Ethel shook
her golden locks, till one could hardly tell them from
the sunlight.
"I don't think he would," said papa; for he knew
Harry was very fond of his little sister, and proud of
her too. He liked nothing better than to take her
along when he went on errands.
"But then, if I were a little girl like you," he
added, "it seems to me I'd try and not be selfish;
and when Harry wants me to go on, I think I
"Would you, papa? Then maybe I will, just to
please you, you know, papa; 'cause you see, mamma


says we must please you, all the time. She says may
be you'll go yite off, some day, and then we'll be'awful
sorry if we don't And Ethel danced in a semi-
circle round her papa, like a big golden butterfly.
Bless her little heart!" said papa to himself.
But something came up in his throat and choked him.
So he said nothing to the child, who prattled away to
him so simply.
Why don't you talk, papa ? she said at last, when
she found he kept on being silent. "I dess you'se
tired. Maybe you want to walk faster," she said,
looking up into his eyes.
"No, darling, papa's little girl walks just fast
enough for him."
"I dess you don't feel very strong, do you, papa?"
said Ethel, repeating the words she had heard from
her mother, that morning.
"Not very," said papa, opening the gate and turn-
ing in the bit of sunshine he held by the hand.
"I'm so glad you've come, papa. I'm afraid you
are very tired. I do hope Trotsey hasn't been run-
ning you a race," said Marion.
Then the older daughter gently helped the papa up


the steps, and to his easy chair, where he sat down
quite out of breath.
"No, Ethel hasn't!" said the little lady with
another shake of her yellow curls, as if that settled
the question. And papa added his "no," with a
smile that did settle it.
"Now," said Marion, "while papa rests, Ethel must
go to bed. I've just the finest story for a good little
girl, to-night."
And the pout which began to come on Ethel's rosy
lips, ran straight away at the word "story."
"I'll go yite off, kick's I've kissed papa." And
Ethel climbed on papa's knee and gave him a hug and
a shower of kisses.
"That will do, Trotsey," said Marion, drawing her
away. "Now let us see which will get up stairs
Away they went for a grand race up the long stairs.
But dear me! Marion was so slow. It seemed as if
she couldn't get on at all; and Ethel was at the top so
long before that she looked quite forlorn as she crept
slowly after, while little Miss Trotsey laughed at her


"Well," said Marion, drawing a long breath, as she
landed on the top stair, I'm glad I'm up at last."
On they went then, to Marion's room, and in a few
minutes the little lassie was ready for bed. Then she
knelt down in her long white robe and offered her
simple prayer.
"There I dess I'se been dood enough dirl for that
little story," she said the minute she finished, "only
Ethel wants a dood long one."
"We shall see," said Marion, tucking her into bed.
"There now, I'se ready; only dear me, why I
haven't dot Cinderilla. Why she'd cry herself to
deff, Cindy would, if I fordot her."
"Of course, you must have Cindy !" said Marion,
fishing Ethel's doll out of a pile of playthings. There,
now for my'story, and then Trotsey must go to sleep
and be all ready for Sunday. And now I think of it,
I believe I'll tell you a Bible story, so you can have
it to think about in the morning."
"All yite !" said Ethel, "I likes Bible stories most"
best of any."
So Marion began.
Once there was a man who was very, very rich.


He had two sons, whom he loved as dearly as papa
does Harold, and you and me.
One of them was a pretty good boy, and stayed at
home and minded his papa very well. But the other
was bad, and kept growing more and more naughty.
"By-and-by he went to his father and told him to
give him his share of his money and other things that
he hadn't a bit of right to, and let him go away off.
Just think how cruel that was to his old father, to
want to go and leave him just when he needed him
most. But he did. He went off, and spent every
cent his father gave him, in a country that was far
"I dess he d9t scared, then"; said Ethel.
I guess he did, too," said Marion ; for he couldn't
get anything to eat, till he went to feeding pigs for a
living. And then he was still so very hungry, that he
really wanted to eat some of the poor piggies' supper."
I should think he'd just gone yite back to see his
old papa," said Ethel. I'd a gone real kick."
"I hope you would never have gone away from your
papa as that boy did."
"I wont, never," said Ethel.


Well, he did go right back to his father, after a
while, and said:
"'I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight,
and am no more worthy to be called thy son. Make
me as one of thy hired servants.'"
"And did he let him come in?" asked Ethel,
Indeed he did. He took him in and made a great
feast for him; he was so glad to have him home again."
And did he stay? asked Ethel.
"Yes, always; and he was a good son ever after
I'm real glad," said Ethel.
"So am I," said Marion. "And now do you know,
my little pussy, Jesus told this story about the bad son
and the kind and forgiving father, just to teach us
about our Heavenly Father?"
"And so when we's naughty, we can just go kick
and ask him to forgive us, and he will yite off," said
wise little Ethel, sitting straight up in bed.
That's it, exactly," said Marion. Now lie down,
little girlie, and go to sleep. You want to be up with
the birds, you know."


Ethel laid her curly head down on the pillow, and
almost before Marion was at the foot of the stairs, she
was in dream-land.
I most waked up with the pretty birds, didn't I,
mamma?" said little Ethel the next morning, when
the mother came into the room.
Almost," said mamma. "I rather think they
waked you, though. There's Miss Fanny Dove, why
she has been pecking away at the window for full
ten minutes, asking you for crumbs. And as for Mr.
Robin Red-breast, up in the branch of the tree, there,
it almost seems as if he would split his little throat
with his merry songs."
"I dess Mr. Red-breast is thanking the Lord.
Don't you, mamma ? He looks yite straight up to
heaven, you see."
He's a very glad little birdie, at any rate," said
mamma; "even if he isn't a thankful one. And now
I want my birdie to get up and come and sing to papa.
Poor papa is sick this morning and he wants his little
"All yite !" said Ethel. "I dess that's just what
I'se dood for, to sing to my sick papa."


"I guess you are good for lots besides that," said
mamma, catching her in her arms and giving her a
good hug.
Ethel hugged her back, and then, wriggling out of
her arms, she ran to the window.
Dood-morning, Miss Fanny and Mr. Red-breast,"
she said, gayly nodding her head at the birds through
the window. "And there's lots of Mr. and Mrs.
Sparrows hopping round down there on the grass.
Dood-morning to you too. What little mites of
birdies you are! I don't see how they takes care of
theirselves," she said, turning from the window and
going back to her mamma; they'se so very, very
"Somebody takes care of them," said mamma.
"Can't you think who ?"
"I dess it's the Lord, 'cause he takes care of most
everything," said the little lassie, with eager eyes.
"Yes, he takes care of all the pretty birds. He
takes care of Miss Fanny Dove and Mr. Robin Red-
breast, just as much as Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow," said
"And I helps him a little," said Ethel.


"Yes, but he takes care of Ethel," said mamma,
"and keeps her well and strong, and puts in her heart
a love for the birds; or else Ethel wouldn't care to
"Then the Lord doesn't take care of 'em straight,
always, does he?"
"No, not always," said mamma, smiling; "because
you see it is real nice for us to help; don't you think
Real nice," said Ethel; and I most dess I ought
to thank him."
"I quite guess you ought to," said mamma. Then
I'm going to teach you a nice little verse to say in
Sunday-school, to-day, that's all about the sparrows
and our Heavenly Father, and how he takes care of
"All yite! and I'll say it up loud this time, so the
teacher can hear every word."
"I would if I were you," said mamma. "But
there's the breakfast bell this minute. You may
kneel down now and thank the Lord for all the nice
things he does for you, and then we'll run down to


Ethel knelt down, and putting her two chubby
hands together, she said, "Dear Father up in heaven,
I thanks you for taking care of me, and letting me
help you take care of the birdies. Please make me a
very dood dirl, and don't let me run away. For
Christ's sake, Amen."
Then they went down stairs to breakfast.
It seemed very odd, the first morning that papa was
too ill to come down-but now they were getting
quite used to it-the children, I mean. Their mamma
thought she could never get used to it.



SO-DAY, for the first time, Marion and Harold
went away to church alone. Even the invalid
papa had been accustomed to go till quite lately; and
this morning, when he looked out into the bright sun-
light, he said, I should like very much to go. It is
so still and peaceful and pleasant, it seems as if I
But papa was not able to be dressed; so how could
he go to church ?
"I'11 sing for you, papa, and we'll have a real little
meeting, yite here," said little golden-head; "and
mamma, she's doing to teach me a verse about the
pretty sparrows for Sunday-school. I dess that's most
like doing to meeting; don't you, papa ?"
"I think it ought to be," said papa, smiling.
And it really was quite like a little meeting. First,
mamma taught Ethel her verse. Then Ethel sang
hymns to her papa till he was tired. Then he prayed


a little prayer with his sweet songster, all by herself,
while mamma was busy in another room; and then
meeting was done.
After that, mamma put on Ethel's white dress with
a blue ribbon round her waist, that was just a match
for her eyes; and she fastened on her hat.
Directly, Harold came running in. Church was
over, and he had come to take Ethel to Sunday-
"I dess I'se dot the prettiest verse of 'em all," said
Ethel, whispering very loud in her teacher's ear, the
minute she was in her seat.
Have you? and can you say it perfectly? "
"Yes'm, every word," said Ethel.
"Well, you shall say it very soon. Hark, now;
we're going to sing."
Yes, Ethel could repeat her verse, every word, as
she had said.
"What made you learn this verse?" asked Miss
Train, when, with a very earnest little face, she had
said it "up loud," so loud that some of the scholars
wanted to laugh.
"'Cause you see there's lots of sparrows and doves


and robins yite in our yard, and I loves 'em dearly;
and the Heavenly Father lets me help him take care
of 'em, and mamma, she thought p'raps I'd like to
learn it, and I did."
It is a nice verse," said the teacher, and she said it
over slowly, so the whole class could hear:
"'Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and
not one of them shall fall on the ground without your
Father.' What father does that mean, children?
Ethel may answer."
It means our Father in heaven," said Ethel; "but
I dess it's pretty hard work for him, when he's so
far off."
The teacher smiled, and some of the older children
laughed, and little Ethel shrank back on her seat.
"No," said Miss Train, directly, "it is not hard
work at all. I wonder if anybody knows why. Alice
may tell."
"Because God is so great," said Alice, in a low
"Yes," said the teacher, "because God, our Heav-
enly Father, is so great. Why, it says in one place in
the Bible, that the 'heaven of heavens cannot contain


him.' And in another place it says, that 'heaven is
his throne and the earth is his footstool.' "
Oh!" 'said little Joe, he's bigger than the big-
gest giant ever was."
He is so great we cannot think it out at all," said
the teacher, "this Father in heaven. But shouldn't
you think, when he is so great, that sometimes he
would forget something ?"
"I shouldn't dess he would," said Ethel, gaining
courage to speak again.
"And why not, little girl?"
"'Cause he loves every thing so very, very much.
I dess he couldn't forget."
: I don't think he could, either," said the teacher.
"Any way, Ethel's verse tells us he doesn't. It says
that two of those tiny birds, the sparrows, were sold
for a farthing; and a farthing was only little more
than half a cent. They were not worth much, were
they ? And yet our Father in heaven takes such
lovely care of them that not one of these mites of
creatures falls on the ground without him."
"Our cat caught one the other day, any how," said
little Jolnny Lee, stoutly.


"Did she? Then I think our Heavenly Father
knew that that little bird would not suffer nearly as
much to have pussy catch it and eat it, as it would if
it lived longer and died some other way," said the
Johnny shook his head, as if he were not quite sure
about it; but little Ethel's curls bobbed up and down,
and she looked well satisfied that the teacher knew.
"But now," said Miss Train, "I want you to re-
member just what Jesus wants us never to forget, that
you and I are of a great deal more value than very
many sparrows. So we never need fret or worry one
minute, because he is with us all the time, and taking
much more care of us than of the sparrows, because
we are worth so much more."
"Why is we?" asked a silvery little voice by
Ethel's side.
"Sure enough, why?" said the teacher. "Can
any one tell?"
"'Cause we're bigger," said Tommy.
"'Cause we can think," said another.
"Because we shall live always," said one of the
older ones.


"Right," said the teacher, "because we have souls
that think and will live always."
Because Jesus died for us," said another voice.
"He paid a great price for us, didn't he, children?
He gave his life for us, so we might be saved and go
to his heavenly home. Now we will sing-
'I gave, I gave my life for thee,
What hast thou done for me ?' "
And then very soon Sunday-school was closed.
Ethel went home from Sunday-school very happy.
Her little head was full of new, sweet things about
her Heavenly Father, to tell to her earthly parents.
But poor papa had grown very ill in the hour that
his little songster had been away, and it was hard to
listen to her voice, even. Still, he tried to smile as
she prattled on.
"It's nice to have two fathers, isn't it ?" he said,
putting his hand gently on her head.
"Oh, yes, papa, it's lovely."
"So if one should go away, you'd be sure to have
one left, you know," he added.
Oh, I couldn't spare one of you," said Ethel, with
a look of alarm in her face.


"You will never have to spare your Heavenly
Father, little daughter. You will have him, al-
Won't he ever go up on his throne, papa?"
"'Heaven is his throne, and the earth is his foot-
stool,' said papa. That means that God is so great
that he is everywhere. So he will always be very
near to my little girl, though she can't see him; and
he will take very precious care of her. So if some
morning my little daughter should wake up and find
this father gone away, she must remember she has an-
other, and one who is a great deal better, who will
never go away, and will do much more for her than I
can. But papa is tired now, and Ethel may go and
take care of dolly. Some other time we will talk
more about it."
Ethel went out very softly, on the tips of her toes.
She was very sober, she could hardly tell why; only
she felt sure something was going to happen, and it
was about papa, but she could hardly tell what.
Come, Cindy," she said, picking up her big doll,
"you'se making too much noise. Chilluns must be
still when folks is sick. Didn't you know folks is


sick? Did you have a dood lesson, Cindy, and did
you speak up loud? That's a dood dirl. And now
I dess you'se tired. Why, it's most twenty o'clock,
and you must have your nap yite off; then you won't
'sturb your dandpa. He's sick, you know, and I
should be awful sorry to have him 'sturbed."
So the little mother sat down in her rocker and
began to sing the song with which they had closed the
Sunday-school, all the while rocking Cindy back and
forth to put her to sleep.
It is such a dear, precious song, I must put it in
here for the little boys and girls who read this story,
because, maybe, they have never seen it.
Jesus loves the little children,
Knows about their work and play,
Helps them when they try to please him,
Hears them always when they pray.
Happy, happy little children,
Jesus hears them when they pray I
Jesus thinks about the children
All the nights and all the days;
Leads the little feet that follow
Into wisdom's pleasant ways.
Happy, happy little children,
Led in wisdom's pleasant ways !


He will keep them, when they ask him,
Always patient, true, and mild;
Jesus knows about their troubles-
He was once a little child.
Blessed, happy little children,
He was once a little child !

By-and-by, for those who love him,
He will come, some happy day,
Lead them to the pleasant pastures
Of the home not far away.
Oh, the safe and happy children,
In the land not far away !

Softer and lower grew the little mother's voice, as
she sang on, and before the last verse was finished, it
quite died away.
A few minutes after, mamma came into the sitting-
room, and there was Ethel fast asleep in her rocker;.
but Cindy's eyes were just as wide open as ever.
Very gently the mamma took her baby with the
dolly still in her arms, and laid her on the couch, to
finish her nap.
Ethel had too much to attend to, to sleep very long;
besides, her dinner was waiting. for her down stairs,
and it would never do to neglect that.


"Dear me, I dess Cindy and I has been asleep,"
she said, suddenly springing up,,half an hour later.
The house was very still and the blinds were closed.
The little girl could hardly make out what it all
meant, till mamma softly opened the door. She put
her finger on her lips and shook her head, as much
as to say:
"Don't speak, little girl, nor make a bit of noise,
for papa is asleep."
Ethel understood, and let her mamma lead her
lightly out of the room and down stairs to the dining-
room. Then she gave her a bowl of nice cold milk
with bread, and left her to feed herself and Cindy.
"When you have finished," she said, "you may
come up stairs, just as still as a mouse, and rap very
softly on the door, and if papa is awake, you may
come in."
But p'raps papa won't be waked," said Ethel,
" and Cindy might 'sturb him."
I guess she won't," said mamma, smiling. Cindy
is a pretty good girl. I think she minds her mamma
very well."
"Does you hear that, Cindy?" said Ethel. "There


now, say dood-bye to dandma." At which, Cinderilla
made a low bow to Ethel's mamma, as she turned and
went out of the room.
It took a long while for Ethel and Cindy to eat
their dinners. It was a full hour before Miss Trotsey
untied her bib and ran up stairs as softly as she could,
to find papa awake and finely rested. Indeed it was
papa himself, who said:
Come in," when she and Cindy rapped at the
Then when she came in, he said:
I really believe Ethel is beginning to be a big girl,
mamma, and I was thinking just before I went to
sleep, that there was something I wanted her to learn
very much. I want her to learn it before she gets
very big, so she'll be sure to always remember it."
I dess I don't went to learn somfin now," said
Ethel. P'raps Cindy might learn it 'stead."
"But Cindy isn't big enough," said papa. "You
can hold her in your lap, while you learn it, if you
like, and you can try and teach it to her, when she is
Of course, Ethel didn't pout when she knew she


must learn whatever it was that papa wanted to teach
her, because she had found out that she must always
please, as well as obey, the sick father. But she did
feel a good deal of the pouts way down in her heart,
and they somehow looked out of her eyes.
I'm afraid Ethel wants to wait in the other room
till she is pleasant," said papa.
"At any rate, you'd better turn Cindy round, so
she can't see your face," said mamma. "I'm afraid
she might get cross too. Bad tempers are catching
"I dess I don't want to do into the other room, and
I don't want Cindy to catch the tempers," said Ethel,
bravely trying to look pleasant.



A LL right, then," said papa. "I wonder if my
little woman here remembers what she was talk-
ing about with papa just before she went to sleep ? "
I dess it was about my two papas," said Ethel.
"Well, I wanted to say to my little girl something
more about her Father in heaven," papa went on,
"because this is the Father she will always have. He
is a very wise and loving Father too, and will do
just the very best things in the world for my little
"But I want you to remember, just now, that he
wishes us to ask him for what we need."
"Oh, I know," said Ethel. "That's why I pray
to him every single morning and night, when I dets
up and when I does to bed."
"Yes," said papa, "but Jesus taught his disciples a
prayer to our Heavenly Father, that I want you to


"Oh, I dess I part know it now," said Ethel,
"'cause you see Harry always says it, and I'se most
learned it hearing him."
And so she began, for the pouts had all run away,
and said very slowly, in her own baby way: Our
Father which art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it
is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And
forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And
lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the
glory, forever. Amen."
Ethel's papa had to help her a good many times,
but he was pleased to find she knew it so well.
"That's the same Heavenly Father that takes care
of the birdies, is'nt it ? asked Ethel.
Yes, the very same," said papa.
And the one who looked back his naughty boy?"
she added.
Papa could not think at first what Ethel meant,
but when she explained that she meant the "boy who
wanted to eat the piggies' suppers," he understood.
"Not exactly," he said, smiling. "Jesus told that


story to teach us that our Heavenly Father is good
and kind, and ready to forgive those who sin against
him, if they will only come back to him and ask him;
just as that father forgave his boy who had gone
away, and sinned so much against him. Does Ethel
understand ?"
"I most dess I do," said Ethel, looking very wise.
"Does you understand, Cindy ? I dess we shall, by-
and-by, any way."
"See here, Ethel," said papa. "Put Dolly down
and come and look straight in my eyes. Never forget
this, my precious daughter, when your earthly papa
has gone far away, that you must pray every day to
the good Father above. And I want you every day to
pray the prayer that Jesus taught his disciples-the
one you recited to me just now. You won't forget,
will you ?"-
No, papa, I won't, never."
"One thing more. I want you to learn just what
the prayer means, so that you will really want what
you ask for, every time you say it," said papa.
Papa tell me 'Jbout it," said Ethel, still looking
straight at him, with her earnest blue eyes.


"Papa's too tired now," said her father, lying back
on the pillow. "You may go and play now. Maybe
Cindy would like to hear about Noah."
"P'raps she would," and Ethel picked up Miss Cin-
derilla by one arm and trotted off to the other room,
while the papa, the only one whom little Ethel really
knew, shut up his eyes and tried to rest.
I wonder what does make papa det tired so much.
I can't begin to dess. P'raps it's 'cause he's doing
away, and there's lots to do to det ready."
Ethel dropped Cindy on the floor, and looked out
of the window. It was open, and the air was very
sweet, and out of doors the sun was shining, and the
flowers were nodding to each other in the breeze.
Oh, dear! it's awful hot in here, and I know
Cindy don't care nuffin' about Noah. He died long
ago, he did, and all the animals too. It's lots nicer
out there. Don't you want to do out, Cindy?
'Es, did you say? Well, I won't be so awful
cruel as to make you stay in."
And Ethel picked up the dblly and went towards
the door. She opened it very easily, and went down
stairs. There'was only the screen door, and then she


and Cindy would be free. It was not much trouble
to open that; she had done it many times. So in a
minute she was out in the fresh, summer air, and no-
body knew.
That is, Ethel thought nobody knew; but somebody
did; and by-and-by the little lassie thought about it.
The gate was shut, and Ethel was too little to open
it, and she did not try. She just turned round and
walked into the garden. The sunshine was there, and
the soft, pleasant breeze that was laden with sweets
from the flowers. The flowers were there, too, and
the green leaves; and the bees were humming, and
the birds were twittering in the trees.
There was another sound came to Ethel just then,
through the chamber window. It was the sound of
papa's voice. Ethel could not hear a single word,
and she was almost sure it was nothing about her; but
it made her think. It made her think about her
other Father, the one in heaven, to whom she must
pray every day-the one who takes care of the spar-
rows and of everybody else. Papa had said that he
was everywhere. So Miss Trotsey began to look
around to see if she could see this Heavenly Father.


"But, dear me," she said to herself, the next min-
ute, the Father in heaven is Dod, and Dod sees us
every minute; but we can never, never see him, till
we dets up to heaven. Then I aspectss my Father
which is in heaven is looking yite at me, this minute,
and he's saying :
"'What a naughty little dirl that is, running out
doors 'thout 'mission. 'Spose she thinks I'se doing
to hear her when she prays? Dess I won't, 'thout
she's sorry.'"
Then Ethel walked on. Somehow-she did not care
so much about the flowers, and the birds, and the sun-
shine, as she thought she would. Still she went on
and on, away to the back part of the garden. Then
she laid Cindy down on the grass and sat down be-
side her. She looked like a very forlorn little mother
as she sat there and thought. And Cindy, why she
waited as patiently as ever a dolly could. She had
not to wait long, for in a very few minutes Ethel
"I dess I better do yite back, kick, or else my
Father in heaven won't 'scuse me as the boy's father
did. Come, Cindy, now don't you do and cry; for


you know you'se had a pretty dood walk, now." And
the little maiden picked up her dolly and walked
straight back to the house.
"Ah, there you are this minute!"
It was Harold, who had been sent to find the little
curly-headed pet, whose feet so often led her astray.
"What made you come for, Harry? I'se coming
yite in. I didn't run away, and now I thinks, I dess
I knows why I didn't."
"And why was it, pray?" said Harold, laughing.
"Because the gate was fastened ? "
You needn't laugh, you naughty Harry. I won't
tell you one bit. I'll tell mamma. She don't laugh."
And the next minute she was telling her mamma all
about it.
"I wanted to run away real hard, mamma, every
thing is just so pretty out there; but the date was shut
tight and I couldn't det out. And I thinks it was
'cause I prayed my Father in heaven this very morn-
ing not to let me run away. And I dess he made the
date be shutted on purpose so I couldn't.
"But I went down in the darden, when mamma
didn't say 'yes.' Will you please 'scuse me, and


do you think my Father in heaven will 'suese me
too ? "
I am sure he will if you ask him," said mamma.
I d'ess I'll say his prayer," said Ethel.
Directly the little curly head was buried in mam-
ma's lap, and slowly, with her help, she repeated the
Lord's Prayer.
"There, now," she said, when she had finished, "I
dess I'd better be most very careful and not run away
aden. The bad boy in the Bible only ran away once;
and I'se done it lots of times."
"I think I would be very careful," said mamma,
soberly, "and I'd always pray our Father in heaven
to keep me. But now you may go and find Marion,
and ask her to please take you into the garden and
read you a story."
"And Cindy shall go too," said Ethel, gayly.

It was only a few days after, that when Ethel
waked in the morning, her own earthly papa had gone
away, where she could never speak to him again; and
her little heart was sad, for she loved her papa very


"I didn't think papa would do away so soon.
What for did he do it ? I think he'd better stay here
with mamma and us," said Ethel, her blue eyes full
of tears.
But God wanted papa; and papa was all ready to
go," was the answer.
"Then papa has been and done up to heaven, I
know. I'se dot one Father there now, and I thinks
that's enough," said Ethel, very decidedly.
"But papa isn't sick any more now, and he's very
happy with Jesus and the Heavenly Father and the
angels; and by-and-by Ethel can go and live with
But Ethel wanted her bit of comfort now, and not
till Marion took her into the garden and told her story
after story, was the little maiden happy again.
Those few days before papa's body was laid away to
rest, and the family had settled down to something
like the old way of living, were very hard ones for
the little girl.
Like many older people, she forgot that her Heavenly
Father was near her all the time, and that he would
comfort and bless her.


She forgot all about the sparrows, too, till one
morning away on in the next week. Somebody forgot
to pull down the shades in her room one night when
she went to bed, or to close the blind. So the sun,
which is always up and about his business very early
in the summer time, looked straight through the
window into Ethel's eyes, as much as to say:
"What are you sleeping there for, little girl, when
the birds are all up and there's so much to be done ? "
Trotsey's eyes opened straight away, and the next
minute she was out of bed and standing by the win-
dow in the golden light of the sun, as it streamed into
her room.
Miss Fanny Dove was not yet up, or she had gone
to call on some one else; but Mr. Red-breast was there,
filling out his little throat with joyous notes, and the
sparrows twittered away on the ground below, pick-
ing up the very crumbs she had thrown out for them
the night before.
"You stunning little mites of sparrows. I wonder
if you is the ones our Heavenly Father takes care of.
Well, I dess you is, 'cause, don't you know, he takes
care of every single birdie in the world. Did you say


there's lots of 'em ? 'Course there is, but the Heav-
enly Father is everywhere, and I dess he doesn't mind
how many he has."
Then she was very still for a little while, her chubby
arms resting on the window-sill and her chin on her
"Well, I dess I'se fordot, one, two, five, ten times,
and papa told me never to fordet. I must do and do
it yite off kick, 'cause p'raps I may fordet again," she
said at last. "I dess I isn't as bad as the bad boy, in
the story Jesus told, 'cause I didn't mean to, and he
just did mean to be real naughty. Any way I dess my
Father in heaven will 'scuse me. My other father
who's just gone up there, he would; and he said my
Heavenly Father is lots better'n he was."
Then Ethel turned slowly round from the window,
and, kneeling by her own little chair, she said very
softly, so as not to disturb Marion, the Lord's Prayer,
almost without a mistake.
There, I dess he heard that," she said, getting up
and pattering softly about the room. I wonder if
papa heard it too. Dear me, I tan't understand," she
said, to herself, a little tremble coming in her voice.


"But there, I dess it isn't one mite of matter. Dear
me, what a lots of noise these sparrows do make," and
again she went to the window and looked out.
Why, pussy, what are you doing? said Marion,
a little later. What are you up so early for ?"
"I dess the sun told me to det up," said Ethel,
"and I'se watching the sparrows Dod takes care of.
I dess they don't feel pleasant this morning. I dess
they's fordot that their Heavenly Father is looking
at 'em."
I guess they never knew it," said Marion, "so
they couldn't forget it. Little girls know, but birdies
"Then I dess little girls never ought to be cross,
but I think it's real nice that the Heavenly Father
takes care of the birds, when they don't know;" and
Ethel still watched the sparrows as they hopped about
and twittered and scolded, as if they each understood
perfectly what the other meant.
God takes care of us too, when we don't know,"
said Marion.
Did he take care of papa when he died ?" asked


"Yes," said Marion.
"And does he take care of us every minute, now
papa is gone?"
"Yes, every minute."
Marion knew that what she said was true, but
it had seemed very hard sometimes, since the papa
had left them, for her to really feel it. She was
almost glad now that the little childish head at the
window had asked her questions, that made her say it
aloud, so it would seem more real to her.
Ethel was silent a moment, and then she said, turn-
ing round and coming to the bedside :
"Marion, do you say Our Father' ?"
Why, yes, Trotsey, of course."
And is he your Father too ?"
"Why, yes."
"And does you love him just like a papa?"
It was a hard question for Marion, and she didn't
answer for a minute.
"Does you?" repeated Ethel.
"I ought to," said Marion. "I ought to love him
a great deal better."
"Then why don't you ?"


"I do love him some. I think I love him a great
deal," said Marion, more to herself than to Ethel.
"I dess I loves him a little," said Ethel, soberly,
"'cause he takes such lovely care of everything. He.
takes care of me too, and mamma, and papa 'way up
in heaven, and you and Harry. And I mean to
always say 'Our Father,' 'cause Jesus told it to his
disciples, and 'cause papa told me too. And I dess
I'll say it 'cause I love to."
"Bless your little heart," said Marion, "I'm sure
the 'Father in heaven' is taking care of you."
"Is you?" said Ethel; "then I'se ever so glad."



L OTS of things is going to happen to-day," said
little Ethel, one morning in the early part of
September. "Dess I never knew so many to happen
all in one day. There, sumfin's happening now.
Harry, is you going to school this minute?"
"Yes, this minute," said Harold, "just as soon as I
can strap up my books. Whew! where's my History
now? Have you seen it, Trotsey ?"
"'Course I hasn't. I don't see your books, ever,"
said Ethel, rocking Cindy very hard.
Well, I guess I shan't go this minute, after all,"
said Harold, flying round the room and looking into
every corner.
Then his eyes rested on the clock. It was quarter
to nine already.
"No use. I shall have to go without it!" and he
began to strap his Arithmetic and Grammar together,
when Ethel jumped up.


I see it, I see it," she half shouted. There it is,
yite under that pile of papers."
Why didn't you tell a fellow before?" said Harold,
"I dess I couldn't when I didn't know nuffin 'bout
where 'twas," said Ethel, stoutly.
They that hide can always find," grumbled Har-
old, loosening his strap and putting in the History.
"You'se just one bad, naughty boy, Harry, 'cause
I didn't'hide it one mite. You'd better be sorry yite
off kick, you had."
And Harold was sorry, the minute he uttered his
cross words to the little sister; but he didn't tell her
so. He snatched up his hat, and, slinging his books
over his shoulder, he was off.
Ethel walked slowly to the window and looked
out. There he went down the path as fast as ever he
could go.
"He's bad boy, is Harry; do you understand,
Cindy? You must never play with him again, 'less
he's sorry, 'cause tempers is catching, you know."
Harry had reached the side-walk by this time, and
was walking very fast. But suddenly he turned


round, and, seeing his little sister looking after him,
he threw her a kiss, as he almost always did when he
went to school, and then kept looking back with the
scowls all gone from his face, as much as to say :
"I am sorry, you see, Miss Trotsey, and I beg your
There now, Cindy, he's sorry, so it's all yite," and
Ethel smiled and nodded back to Harry as long as
she could see him, till he was just ready to turn in at
the school-house gate.
Then Ethel took Cindy back and tried to rock her
to sleep.
Dear me !" said the little mother, as she rocked
and sang away with her clear, childish voice, "I do
wish Cindy would go to sleep without having to lie
down. There, I might just as well put you down
yite away, Cindy. You'll go to sleep just as kick,
and then I can be about sumfin' else."
And so Miss Dolly was tucked up nicely in one
corner of the couch, and left to take care of herself.
Just for a minute the little lassie stopped to think,
and then she trotted away up stairs. On she went
from one room to another.


Mamma, mamma."
"Here I am," said mamma, opening the door of
the guest-chamber. "I am getting Aunt Lucy's room
ready for her. Do you want to come and help ? You
might dust, you know."
"Ye-e-s'm," said Ethel, "I aspectss I might, but
that was'nt the sumfin' I comed for."
"Well," said mamma, "you can take this duster
and wipe the chairs all over nice and clean; and while
you're doing it, you can tell mamma all about what
you wanted to do. Then you'll be mamma's little
"I likes to be your little helper," said Ethel, tak-
ing the duster. "But I dess that when I does to
school it'll help you lots more."
"When you go to school," said mamma. "Why
Ethel is mamma's baby. How could she ever get
along without her ?"
I'se four years old," said Ethel; "see how bid I
And she stood up on the tips of her toes till she
came near tumbling over.
"You are a pretty big girl," said mamma, smiling,


"and I don't know but you ought to go to school.
Suppose you come to school to mamma for half an
hour every day."
"I dess that would be a dood way," said Ethel,
"'cause I might det lost, if I went to the real
"You shall have a real little school-book, and you
may begin to-morrow, when Harry goes to school,
while Cindy has her nap,"'said mamma.
You'se just a lovely mamma said Ethel, trying
to pull down her mother's head and give her a bear
hug. I don't believe any other little dirl has dot
such a dood one."
"I dare say not," said mamma, laughing. But
now we must finish this room; for Aunt Lucy and
dear little Rob will be here in an hour."
Then I dess I'll fly 'round," said the little lassie,
scrubbing away at the chairs with a will.
The door-bell rang almost before they were ready.
Ethel peeped out of the window.
"It's the depot carriage, its ownself, mamma, yes
it is; and there's Aunt Lucy and little Rob"-and
Ethel's golden locks bobbed up and down in a very


wild fashion, as she clapped her hands and hopped
gleefully into the hall.
Janet had already opened the door, and mamma
had run down stairs to take master Rob.
But Trotsey, where's Trotsey ?" were the first
words that greeted Ethel's ears as she peeped through
the banister.
Ethel, where are you ?" said mamma. "Why
don't you come down and see your Aunt Lucy ?"
But Ethel only turned round and ran into mam-
ma's room and shut the door.
Aunt Lucy and mamma came directly up stairs
into the room which Ethel's busy fingers had helped
to make ready for her aunty, and Janet came close
behind with master Rob, who hardly knew whether
to be pleased or not.
Before Janet was half way up, he decided that it
was not at all to his liking, this being taken up stairs
by a stranger; and all at once a sharp wail came from
his rosy lips, and the big tears began to roll down his
Ethel heard him, and directly mamma's door opened
just a crack, and a pair of blue eyes peeped shyly out.


Aunty turned around to take the baby, as soon as
Janet reached the top of the stairs, and the crying
died away into little sobs. She saw Ethel, too,
through the door,but thought it best not to notice
Baby's wraps were soon laid away, and out from his
mamma's bag came a fine rattle, and one or two other
baby playthings, which made him quite forget all his
Ethel's courage grew after a few minutes, when she
came bravely in, and slid around behind auntie's chair,
watching little Rob.
How do you do, Trotsey ?" said aunty. I think
Robbie would like to shake hands with his cousin."
Ethel walked slowly round, till she stood by
auntie's side, where she could look straight into baby's
"I'se pretty well, thank you," she said, holding out
her hand to take little Robbie's.
But Ethel's face was another new one, and he quite
refused to make her acquaintance so soon. So Ethel
had to content herself with trying to amuse the
young man, till he should know her better.


In a very little while, he was willing to sit on the
floor and let Ethel build block houses; and then le
shouted with glee, when she knocked them over with
a great clatter.
Ethel was very sorry when it was time for baby's
nap. Cindy was quite forgotten, till mamma reminded
her, and then she pattered over the stairs as fast as
possible, to the sitting-room.
"Why Cindy, what a nap you've had! You shut
your eyes the minute I put you down, and here you's
been asleep all this time. You'd better wake yite up,
and I dess mamma will let us do into the darden. But
we must do and ask, Cindy, 'cause I mustn't ever be
a runaway again, never."
So the feet pattered back again, but this time very
softly, over the stairs, and in a minute she came down
with her hat tied on her head.
"Yes, Cindy, we can do out in the darden, if we'll
keep in the shade. And just the minute the clock
strikes twelve, we'll do meet Marion and Harold.
That's cause mamma says she can trust me now, 'cause
I don't never run away. I hopes you'll remember,
Cindy, and you mustn't ever run away once.


"Did you say you wouldn't? Then you shall
have a nice walk, and by-and-by you may see the
baby. He's a real, live, skin baby you see, and lie
can cry and truly eat.
"I dess he's one of 'em that the Father in heaven
takes care of. He isn't a sparrow or a birdie, but he's
one of the chilluns, and that's lots better, 'cause chil-
luns live always, and sparrows don't."
It seemed a long while before the clock struck
twelve. Ethel went to the gate and found that it
was not fastened.
"I could do out just as easy; would you, Cindy?"
she said, looking wistfully through the slats.
"I dess I'd better wait a little while longer," she
said in a moment, with a sigh. I most dess I wish I
hadn't promised, it looks so nice out there. Don't
you, Cindy? Don't you want to walk out on the
side-walk awful bad? I thought you did. But you
can't, Cindy. Don't you know it's very bad of you
to want to do. There now, I'll tell you a nice little
So Ethel sat down on the grass in the shade of the
cherry-tree, and told Cindy such a long story, that she


herself went fast asleep, with her head leaning against
the trunk of the tree.
"Why Trotsey! If she isn't fast asleep! Bless
her little heart!"
It was Marion. The clock had struck several
minutes before, and both she and Harold were at
Ethel opened her eyes; Marion's voice had wak-
ened her. For a minute she was puzzled to know
what it all meant.
Has you dot home from school, and Harry too?"
she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Why yes, of course we have, dear. We came
home while you were in dream-land, I guess."
"I hasn't been asleep. I'se been telling Cindy
stories. She wanted to do out on the side-walk dref-
ful bad, but I wouldn't let her; and so I told her lots
of stories, and I didn't hear the clock strike one single
time, and now I can't go and meet you and Harry."
And Ethel almost decided to have a real good cry
over it.
"I'll tell you what," said MNarion, cheerily, "I'll
go and ask mamma, and I guess we'll do something


nice. Don't let Cindy cry, while I am gone, will
"'Course I won't. Do you hear, Cindy?"
In a minute Marion came back.
"Come," she said, "I'm going to the store for
something, and you and Cindy may go too."
"What you going for?" asked Ethel, jumping up.
"I am going to buy you a primer. Mamma says
you are going to school to her, and you are to begin
right away."
"Is it a real truly primer you are going to get?"
asked Ethel.
"A real truly primer," said Marion.
Then I'se ever so glad that I didn't let Cindy run
away, 'cause I dess mamma wouldn't have let me do
with you and buy it, if I had."
Marion wanted to laugh, but she did not. She
said, quite soberly:
"Did Cindy want to go, very much ?"
"I dess she did."
"And what did you do ?."
"Why, I just walked yite away from the date, and
told her stories 'stead."


"You are a good little girl, Trotsey, to make Cindy
mind so well, when it's such hard work, and I think
you deserve a walk," said Marion. We'll go away
round the green, when we come back, if you want to."
So Ethel had a happy little time, partly because she
liked the fresh air and the grass, and the trees, and
flowers, with the birds and the bees flitting about;
and partly because she thought it such a fine thing to
begin to go to school to mamma, just as Harold used
to do. But the very best reason of all was, because
the little lassie had resisted temptation.
"Mamma," said Marion, when she told her mother
about it, "I am sure Trotsey really prays 'lead us not
into temptation,' or I don't believe she would have
turned right straight away from it, as she did."
What temptation?" asked Harold.
"The gate," said Marion. "It was unfastened, and
she might have gone out. She said Cindy wanted to,
and she wouldn't let her, but told her stories instead."
"She's a pet, Trotsey is," said Harold, walking
away. And then he added to himself:
"I'm afraid I should have gone, if I'd been in her



LITTLE Miss Ethel begged very hard that school
might begin that very afternoon. She had
brought the book, the "really primer," home from the
store herself, along with Cindy, and the minute she
reached the house, the brown wrapper had come off
and every picture was eagerly looked at.
"I dess I shall like it very much," she said gravely
to mamma, when she came to dinner. "I shall be a
really scholar now, shan't I? I dess I must be getting
pretty big, to do to school."
"Yes," said mamma, I think you must be. And
if I were you, I would try now and say get instead of
det, and guess instead of dess."
"Maybe I can't," said Ethel.
"You can try."
I dess I'll try another time," said Ethel, soberly.
That afternoon, while Aunt Lucy and riamma were
talking, Ethel took Cindy down on the veranda.


"I think it's about time, Cindy, for you to learn
not to say dess. You'se getting, no, you shouldn't say
what you're d-getting, yes that's right, you're getting
to be too old to talk like a baby any more. Getting,
getting, that's it. Now say guess. Guess, guess.
That's right, Cindy."
And the next instant, Cinderilla was dropped on
the floor, with her face down, while Ethel rushed up
stairs, as if she was wild. She almost forgot to rap
at auntie's door, she was in such a hurry.
"I can say it, mamma; I can say it," she burst out,
as she ran in.
"Can say what?" asked mamma; for she had for-
gotten what she had said to her at dinner.
"I can say-get and guess," she said, standing still
and making a great effort.
"Why that is fine! said Aunt Lucy, "and if I
were you I'd never say dess again for guess."
"I guess I won't," said Ethel, still speaking very
slowly, and then laughing merrily.
As for mamma, she put her arm round her baby,
and kissed her.
"I think I shall have a fine little scholar," she said,


" if she does as well as this every day. I think we'll
call this our first lesson. To-morrow morning we
will have another."
And Ethel went down the stairs with a face covered
with smiles.
The next day, when Marion and Harold were fairly
off to school, and the clock had struck nine, Ethel
went to her mamma's room, to begin going to school.
Mamma was all ready for her. There was the little
desk, which Marion and Harold had each used, in
turn, set right in front of the west window, with a
low chair behind it, and in the desk was her new
"really primer," and a slate with one side all marked
off in little squares.
"Oh, you're the dearest, kindest mamma ex-
claimed Trotsey. "This is the dearest little desk in
the world, and I most dess, guess," she added quickly,
"that I shall learn awful fast."
'" I shall give you a tiny lesson, to-day," said mamma.
"We will begin with Madame Pussy Cat. Isn't that
the prettiest picture of a cat that ever was? See that
word by the side of it. That is cat too. Sit down,
and see how many words you can find just like it."


If that was studying, Trotsey decided at once that
it was nothing in the world but fun. Harold had
said she would soon get sick of it, but she was very
sure Harry didn't know nuffin about it."
Ethel's search for cats was very successful ; and she
was proud when Marion and Harold came home at
noon, to be able to point out at least half a dozen.
So the little maiden's school life was fairly begun.
Between that and little Rob, the days flew by very
Before Aunt Lucy went away,she could tell a great
many words, and draw some very pretty figures on the
checkered side of her slate.
That was not all she had learned; for master Rob
had taught her a good many lessons, and she had
grown very fond of him. She had learned to amuse
him very nicely; and in order to do that, she had
sometimes to be very patient, for Rob was only a baby;
and babies must just have their own ways, a great
deal more than children who are old enough to go to
Marion called him King Rob," because he made
every body mind so much. But his reign was on


the whole so sweet, that they were very happy sub-
One day Aunt Lucy wanted very much to run
over to the store; but baby was awake, and Ethel's
mamma was busy, and Marion at school. So what
should she do?
Ah, Miss Trotsey," said auntie, "I wish you were
a little wee bit older."
Why does you wish I was older, auntie?"
Because then you could amuse the baby, while I
run over to the store. I want something there very
Why auntie, I can take care of the king, just as
easy said Ethel.
You take care of him!" said auntie. Why,
what can you do with him ? "
Why I'll 'muse him, 'course. Guess I can do
that. Now just see me." And Ethel took a ball with
a string fastened to it, with which she entertained
Kitty Gray, and in a minute King Rob was having a
grand frolic creeping over the carpet after it.
Now run, auntie," said Trotsey.
Auntie waited just a minute to see how they got on


together, and then went quickly out and back in a very
few minutes. When she walked into the room, King
Rob was sitting in the middle of the floor, and Ethel
was dancing about and singing a gay little song to
keep him still.
I 'most guess he wanted to cry a little," said Rob's
small nurse, and I wanted Cindy to help 'muse him,
but she was 'way down stairs and I could not make
her hear; so I jumped up and down instead."
"You're a dear little girl," said auntie, holding out
her hands to baby, who was glad enough to spring into
them. Now you may open my bag and see what
you can find; only please don't let Robbie see it; for he
mustn't have any."
Ethel's hand went quickly to the bottom of auntie's
bag, and there was something long, hard, and round.
I guess I know what it is," said Ethel, gayly, un-
rolling one end of the paper. Thank you, auntie;"
and she plunged the little package into the very bottom
of her pocket, where Mr. Rob's eyes could never find
it, and ran out for Cindy.
So little Ethel had taken another lesson in patience,
and had her sweet reward.



N all those days and weeks that had passed since
the papa went to his heavenly home, the mamma
had not forgotten one of his last requests, that his
little Ethel be early taught to understand the prayer
she offered every day to the great Heavenly Father.
Indeed, it was not long before, one night when she
had repeated her prayer, Ethel said suddenly, as if she
had just thought of it:
I guess I don't know what it means by Hallowed
be thy name.' "
Don't you, little girlie?" said mamma, taking
Ethel on her lap. To hallow his name means to
make it holy."
"Isn't it holy, now, mamma?" asked Ethel, with
surprise in her blue eyes.
Oh, yes," said mamma, "but people don't always
treat it as if it was, and that is why Jesus taught us to
pray this prayer. When we say, hallowed be thy


name,' we mean that we want ourselves and everybody
else to praise his name, to love it and to know it, and
always to speak it very carefully and with a great deal
of respect."
"Then, mamma, folks should never say swear
words, should they?"
Never," said mamma.
"Then I guess Ned Edwards don't pray Jesus'
prayer, 'cause he said swear words the other day. I
telled him not to, lots of times; but he wouldn't mind
one bit. He don't hallow our Heavenly Father's
name, does he?"
I am afraid not," said mamma, soberly. She was
thinking that Ned Edwards had never had any one to
teach him.
Ethel was sober for a minute, and then she said :
I 'most guess I don't understand it much, but I
does a little, and that's sumfin."
That's a great deal for a little girl only four years
old," mamma said.
"Does you think my papa in heaven understands
all about it? And does you think he knows I'se
learning sumfin about it too ?" asked Ethel.


"Papa is a great deal wiser than he was when he
was here with us," said mamma, with a little tremble
in her voice. It was not easy yet, to speak of the dear
husband so lately gone away. "But I don't know,
my darling, how much he knows of what we do. God
has not told us, and so we can never be sure about it."
But I guess he'll know some time; so I wants to
learn just the same," said Ethel.
"Besides," said mamma, "you want to please God,
the great Father in heaven, because he made you and
takes care of you, and it's wrong not to please him
when he has done so much for you. Then if you try
first of all to please him, you will be sure to please
Yes'm," said Ethel, I guess I will try."
That was only a little while after her papa went
away to heaven, and ever after that talk with mamma,
Ethel was very careful how she spoke of her Heavenly
Father. She was trying, just as well as she knew
how, in her childish way, to hallow his name.
It was not long after Aunt Lucy and "King Rob?'
went home, when one day Ethel came running in from
the garden, where she had been playing, while Har-


old pulled the weeds from the flower-beds; for it was
Harold disliked pulling weeds, and his face had
been sadly scowled up, when he took his trowel and
went out to the work, which his mother insisted he
must do.
I must train my boy to work while he is young,"
she said, "or by-and-by it will be harder still for him;
and an idle boy is a curse to every one."
So master Harold had to do the work, whether he
liked it or not. But, like a foolish boy as he was,
the more he worked the more cross he grew, because
he nursed his anger.
"There, I say, Ethel," he burst out at last, as his
little sister stood by, patiently watching him, "I say,
Ethel, isn't it bad enough to have to do a job of work
like this, without your standing around in a feller's
Ethel looked at him with wide-open eyes.
"I isn't in your way, Harry; and I'll help, if
you'll let me. I likes to take care of flowers, 'cause,
you see, it's helping do some of God's work, like feed-
ing the birdies, you know."


"You don't want to help me, then, of course not.
You care lots more about somebody you can't see,
than you do about your brother, so there!" said Har-
old, angrily.
Then it was that Ethel turned round and went
straight into the house. All she said as she went,
Oh, Harry, you don't hallow his name, you don't,"
and she looked so very sorry, so grieved, that Harold
was sorry, too, in a minute-sorry because he had
grieved his little curly-headed pet; but I am afraid
that was all.
"Oh, mamma," said Ethel, when she was fairly in
her mother's room, "won't you' please teach Harry
about Jesus' prayer? He says it every night, but
I'se afraid he don't know it, 'cause he don't hallow
his name."
"What do you mean, my dear? Harry doesn't
use bad words ?" said mamma.
Oh, no, not swear words." And she told her
mamma what Harry had said.
I guess, I 'most know, Harry wouldn't say it if
he knew; would he, mamma?"


"I hope not, I am sure," said mamma. But there
was a sad feeling away down in her heart, for she was
sure her boy knew better than to speak as he did; and
she longed to have the time come when he would
truly love the Father in heaven, and never be
tempted to say what would not be allowing his
holy name.
That night she had a long talk with him, trying to
show him how, from the beginning, he went wrong.
"One wrong thing, or feeling, even, is almost sure
to lead to another, my boy. First it was selfishness
or laziness, I hardly know which," she said.
"I wanted to go into the woods with Ned," said
Harold. "I promised, and I didn't want to tell a
"Then we shall have to go back of selfishness,"
said his mother. Have you forgotten that I told
you once, some time ago, that Ned was not a good
playmate for you, and I wished you to keep away
from him ?"
But you didn't say I must, mamma," said Har-
old, hanging his head.
"Harold, look at me," said his mother. "Is it


honoring your mother to obey her wishes only when
you are commanded to do it? Is that what God's
word teaches you ?"
I don't s'pose 'tis," said Harold, sulkily, and he
would have liked to say, "and I don't care if it
isn't," but he didn't quite dare.
"Answer me another question," said his mother;
"does Ned swear ?"
Harold looked straight into his mother's eyes, for
an instant. When they looked as they did then, he
was afraid to tell anything but the truth. So he
said :
"I suppose he does, sometimes."
"And my boy, with a father in heaven, whose de-
light it always was to serveGod and honor his name,
chooses for a companion a boy who does neither-one
who hates. God, and takes his name in vain. Oh,
Harold !"
She had touched the right chord now, for Harold
loved his father very much, and had planned over
and over, how, when he was a man, he would be just
like him. It all came to him in a flash now, and he
saw as never before that he was choosing a path that


would take him straight away from the one in which
his father walked.
His mother was silent. She had taken up her sew-
ing, and was waiting for him.
May I go now ?" he said at last.
"I want you to think it over and tell me what you
decide," said his mother, "and then you may go."
What about?" asked Harold.
"Whether you will right about face, and begin by
obeying your mother's wishes, and keep clear of Ned,
and every other evil companion. That was your first
wrong step, playing with Ned, contrary to your
mother's wishes. Then you were cross and untruth-
ful to your sister, and finally spoke lightly of your
Heavenly Father. This is the worst sin of all, be-
cause committed directly against God himself."
"Please don't say any more, mamma, and I will
try, indeed I will, to do better," said Harold.
"I am glad, very," said Harry's mother, gently,
"but you can do it only by God's help. Your father
would tell you that. I think he never tried, strong
man as he vas, to do anything without asking God to
help him."


Harold turned and went out, and went straight to
his own room. He tried to whistle as he went up
stairs; but somehow it would not come. Neither
would sleep, after he undressed and went to bed.
Harold was glad that the next day was Sunday.
For that time, at least, he could keep away from Ned.
Before that Sunday was ended, Harold settled the
whole question, and began to walk in the same way
that his father had walked before him.
It was a great thing for a little boy of nine to do;
a great thing, and a grand one, and he was never



SAY, Hal," said Ned, when the school-bell rang,
on Monday morning, what made you back
down on a fellow so? I waited up at Morse's a good
whole hour, and then I gave it up and went home.
I tell you I got pretty mad, now."
"So did I," said Harold. "Mother set me at work
in the garden, and I had to give it up."
"That was real mean," said Ned. "Why didn't
you cut?"
Harold was tempted, just for a minute, to let the
whole thing rest just there; but God sent his Spirit to
help him, and he said, directly :
"I don't think it was mean. Mother needed me,
and I ought to help her. See here, Ned," and Har-
old's face was very red as he went on, "I had no
business to promise to go without asking mother, and
I shan't again."


"Oh, ho !" said Ned, "you got a whipping, I
But the second bell rang just then, and Harold'
had only time to say:
No, I didn't," and go directly to his seat.
Harold managed to keep out of Ned's way the rest
of that day. He did not like being laughed at, and he
wanted both to do and speak what was right, and
thought maybe the surest way was to keep out of
his way. Then, somehow, that clause in his morning
prayer kept coming to his mind :
And lead us not into temptation "; and it seemed
to him that perhaps he was leading himself into temp-
tation, if he put himself in Ned's way. On the
whole, he got along better that day than he feared.
"Mamma," he said that night, when it was dark,
and they were sitting round the open fire that Janet
had lighted in the grate:
I've kept thinking about 'Lead us not into temp-
tation,' to-day."
"And what did you think about it?" asked
mamma, very thankful that he was thinking about
such things.


"God don't lead people into temptation, does he ?"
"Never. The Bible says, 'God cannot be tempted
with evil, neither tempteth he any man.'"
Then please, mamma, just what does it mean ?"
"It is only another way of saying, Keep us out of
the way of temptation," said his mother.
"Then, mamma, is it right to go straight into
temptation, when you know it too ? asked Hai'old.
"I should say decidedly not, unless you really,
must," said his mother. The best way, as a rule, is
to walk straight away from temptation, instead of
straight into it."
"Just as Trotsey did last summer," said Marion.
"Did I?" said little Miss Curly-head, lifting her
head from mamma's shoulder, where she was in great
danger of going to sleep. When did I ? I dol't
It was one day when you went into the garden
with Cindy, and wanted very much to go on the side-
walk. The gate was all unfastened and you could have
gone right out, but you didn't. You took Cindy
straight away down to the other end of the garden.
You see, the gate was your temptation, little pussy,


and you ran away from it as fast as ever you could
"I guess I'se real glad, isn't you, mamma?" said
Ethel, patting her mother's cheek.
Very !" said mamma. "And now I wonder if
my big boy here has been running away from temp-
tation to-day."
"I don't quite know. I wish you'd tell me," said
Harry, soberly. And then he told his mother all
that had happened in the morning, at the school-
Harold's mother hardly knew what to say to him.
How should she help him to understand that while he
must never needlessly put himself in temptations' way,
he must be fearless as a lion in owning the truth, and
in owning Christ ? One prayer she sent upward for
help, before she went on:
"I see your trouble, I think, Harry. You are not
quite sure but you ought to have let Ned say some-
thing more, so you could have explained-have let
him know not only that you mean to act in a very
different way from what you have done, but also to
tell him why. Not because you have been punished;


but because you have been wrong, and are sorry for it,
and, with Christ's help, mean to do better."
"Yes, mamma, that's it exactly; only I couldn't
tell it."
"Perhaps you did the very best way, for to-day,"
said his mother. "I think those words of the Lord's
Prayer would not have kept coming to your mind, if
the Lord had not meant to guide you by them. But
don't be afraid, when the right time comes, to let Ned
and all the rest know that you are trying to be a real,
true Christian, and that is why you will not disobey
your mother."
"I don't think I shall be afraid, mamma. I'm
sure I'd be awful mean, if I was," said Harold,
Not many days afterward, it happened that Ned
stood next to Harry, in the class. There were pretty
hard words in their spelling lesson that day, and for
some reason it had been hard work for Harold to
study. Perhaps there was too much sunshine, or per-
haps the tints of the leaves on the trees were getting
too gay, and the air was too lovely for study. What-
ever it was, the long column of words was not learned,


before the teacher's little bell jingled the call for the
first class in spelling.
Harold had been at the head almost a week. If he
kept up to-day, he would go to the foot with honor
and have a good record besides. As it was, he obeyed
the call of that bell without a bit of courage.
The first word Harold spelled bravely. He drew a
long breath of relief as that was over. Then came
the second word. That was spelled rightly too. May-
be he would get through, after all. The third came,
but he didn't know how to spell even the first
Ned contrived to turn round for something, just
then, and started the word for him. Harold could
have finished it then, but to Ned's surprise he did
not go on.
The teacher's eyes were turned the other way, and
again he gave him a lift. Still, Harold did not take
it up, and when the teacher turned towards him, he
"I can't spell it." It was passed to Ned, and
Harold went down.
"What has come over you, Harry? Have you lost


your five senses?" said Ned, the minute they were
outside the school-room. Why didn't you keep
your place, when you could just as well as not?"
I couldn't just as well as not," said Harold.
Don't tell me you're getting deaf," said Ned. "I
whispered so loud, I expected nothing but the teacher
would hear me."
"I'm not deaf at all," said Harold, "and I hated
to miss awfully, and just the last word too. I couldn't
study to-day, somehow."
Then for pity's sake, why didn't you spell it when
I told you? said Ned, growing angry.
"Because I hadn't learned it, and it would be
cheating," said Harold.
At which Ned burst into a loud laughter.
Say, boys, Hal's getting good I shouldn't wonder
if he was going to turn preacher. Let's fix a pulpit
for him and let him begin now."
In a minute a big box that stood in a corner of the
yard was turned over and Harold was put on top
of it.
"Now for a sermon, Rev. Mr. Hal! Let it be a
good one, now."


Harold's face was blazing. It had been hard to
lose his place in the class, but this was harder still.
For a minute he felt like doubling up his fists and
flying at his tormentors.
Then he thought of that little quiet talk with his
mother and the children, by the fireside, a few even-
ings ago, and then it came to him that this was his
time to let the boys know. His face was flushed
still, but the anger was all gone out of it, as he
I don't think I'm big enough, or good enough, to
preach a sermon, but I am big enough to try to
serve God; and that's what I began to try to do a
week ago last Sunday. And that's why I didn't spell
the word, when Ned told me."
Harold jumped off the box, then, and nobody hin-
dered. The boys were perfectly still, for a moment,
and then came a shout:
"Three cheers for Hal Winters!" And in the
midst of it, Harold picked up his books and ran
It was settled after that. All the boys understood
that Harold Winters was trying to do right, because


he wanted to serve God; and for the rest of that term
they let him alone.
As for little Ethel, she could not understand all
about it, but she said to her mother one day :
"Mamma, I guess Harry is a lots better boy than
he was, 'cause he doesn't never not hallow the name of
the Lord now, as he used to."
It was rather a twisted sentence, but her mother
understood, and was glad her little Ethel could see
the change, even though she did not fully under-
stand it.



THE bright, golden days of October were over, and
the chill winds of November had shaken
almost all the gayly tinted leaves from the trees.
Now and then one was still blown on the veranda or
whisked in at the open window, but the trees, so green
a little while ago, were mostly bare. It was Saturday,
and no school.
"Thanksgiving is coming, is coming, is coining,
when we shall all merry be," sang Harold, to a tune
of his own making, dancing about the room to keep
"What is thanksgiving? I'se likes to know. I
wish you wouldn't make such a racket, Harry; Cindy
can't go to sleep anyhow," said Ethel, rocking her
dolly ba-k and forth.
Then, I beg Cindy's pardon," said Harold, making
a low bow. But when Cindy's mamma has been to


thanksgiving, she'll think it's something. Maybe
she'll care more for it than for Miss Cindy's nap."
"Mammas do sometimes let their babies go without
naps, when there's somefin special," said Ethel.
" Maybe I wouldn't mind about it, now, for Cindy, if
you'll tell me what it is."
"Well, ma'am," said Harold, "folks have company
or go visiting, mostly on Thanksgiving Day, and they
have a big dinner-turkey, and pudding, and pies, and
lots and lots of things to eat with 'em. And they
have a good time all round. Sometimes they go to
meeting. Papa and mamma always did, and Marion
and I went too; but there are lots and lots of folks that
I guess I won't, then," said Ethel, "'cause I gets
dreadful tired when I goes to meeting."
"Perhaps you can't do as you've a mind to," said
Harold. "You're a pretty big girl, now, to stay at
"Guess I am," said Ethel. "Any way, Cindy's got
to go to sleep without rocking. Do you hear that,
Cindy? It's no use to spend my time when you can
just as well go to sleep without." And directly the


little mother laid dolly on the couch and left her to her
own devices.
"'Spose we're going visiting, Thanksgiving,
Harry?" asked Ethel, following Harold to the
"Suppose I don't know anything about it," said
Harold, picking a nice piue stick from the wood-box.
What you going to do Harry? Going to make
somefin ? "
Maybe I shall, and maybe I shan't," said Harold,
taking out his knife.
"Oh, you're going to try, I know; and I can see
you, can't I ?" said Ethel, eagerly.
Well, I suppose you can," said Harold, looking at
her sharply. Yes, your eyes are pretty bright. I
think you can see just as well as not. And now I'll
let you guess what I'm going to make. I mean what
I'm going to try to make. Don't guess yet, though.
Wait till I get begun, and then when you think you
can tell by the look of it, you can guess."
"All yite," said Ethel.
There was very little to tell by, for some minutes.
Harry split the stick into several pieces, and then be-


gan to smooth them down; but even Ethel's keen eyes
could see no clue as to what they were to be.
It took a long while, and Ethel's small stock of pa-
tience was beginning to give out.
"Guess I don't care nuffin 'bout what it's going to
be," said little Miss Blue-eyes, with a sigh, at last.
" Guess I'd better go back now."
I guess you will care when it's done," said Harold.
" It's going to be something nice, really, truly. Arid
don't you tell anybody; but its going to be for my
youngest sister."
Why, I'se your youngest sister," said Ethel, think-
ing a minute. "Is it truly for me?"
Yes, really, truly."
Then I'se going to stay."
"I think you'd better," said Harold. "I don't
know that I could get on without your sharp eyes."
Pretty soon the little sticks were all nicely smoothed,
and Harold began to put them together.
"Oh!" said Ethel, directly, "I know. You're
making a chair for my doll house."
"Right, Trotsey. Now I think you can keep
Thanksgiving; can't you? "


"I don't see what difference that makes. What
does Thanksgiving mean, Harry? Doesn't it mean
somefin ?"
Of course it does. It means that we must all be
thankful; and we've got to be thankful for something,
haven't we? So you see you can be thankful to me,
for this chair. But there's something more to it, I
don't exactly know what, a story, I suppose. Let's
ask mamma, when we go in."
So Master Harold worked on, busy as a bee, while
Ethel's yellow locks bobbed about here and there, as
she kept watch of every movement.
It was done at last, little drops of liquid glue being
dropped in to hold the parts together, and then Harold
set it on the kitchen mantel to dry.
Now, please, Janet, don't let any thing touch that.
If it gets broken, Trotsey here can't keep house."
"You could make me another," said Ethel.
"I'm going to make another, next Saturday; but
you'll want two chairs to furnish your house with, sure,
and a table, and I don't know what else."
"And are you really, truly, going to make all those
for me ? "


"Really and truly; unless I can't, you know.
Mamma says we must always put that in, because
sometimes things happen to prevent, that we can't
Oh, Harry I you're just the bestest brother I ever
saw, and I love you lots and lots, I does And she
gave Harold such a hugging with her chubby arms,
that he had to beg off.
"Come, now, let's go ask mamma about Thanks-
giving. I'm afraid you won't have any brother left,
if you hug me much longer."
Away they went to the sitting room, where their
mother's needle was going quickly in and out of some
bright red flannel that she was making into a small
garment for somebody.
Now, mamma," said Harold, will you please tell
us all about Thanksgiving. Ethel doesn't know any-
thing about it, and I suppose that I don't know much,
only that we always have a jolly good dinner some-
where, and a jolly good time afterwards, and folks go
to meeting. Isn't there a story to it ? "
Only this," said mamma. A little more than
two hundred and fifty years ago, nobody lived in all


the country about here, but Indians. Then some
people came over, in some ships from England, and
landed at Plymouth. It was in December, and the
poor things had a pretty hard time of it; and a good
many of them died. But the winter came to an end
at last, and than they began to plow the land and
plant seed.
"They had a fine harvest; and Mr. Bradford, the
governor, appointed a day, when all the people should
meet together and thank God for his goodness in send-
ing the sun and the rain, and causing their seed to
bring f6rth such an abundance for them all.
"That was the beginning of Thanksgiving Day.
After that, they fell into the way of setting apart
every year, after the harvest, just such a day as that,
on purpose to thank God f6r his blessing on the fruit
of the ground."
"Did they have big dinners then, mamma?" asked
"No, my dear, the day was just a day for giving of
thanks, and nothing else; There was no merry-mak-
ing about it. After a time they made a feast day of
it, expressing their gladness in that way, like the


father in the parable of the Prodigal Son, who made a
feast when his wicked boy was sorry and came home
again. But I am afraid that now many think more
of the feasting than of giving thanks."
"Is that why folks go to meeting, Thanksgiving
Day, to give thanks ?" asked Harold.
"They are supposed to go for that," said mamma.
"Then I'se going, if you'll let me, mamma, 'cause
I'se got lots to thank God for," said little Ethel.
"So you have, darling," said mamma, and so have
we all; and we will go together."
Only papa, he can thank God right straight,
'cause he's close to him."
"God is close to every one of us, little daughter;
and we can speak to him whenever we please. He
will hear us, if we only whisper to him."
The little lassie's eyes opened very wide.
"I think God's ears must be very sharp," she
Marion laughed a little to herself at what Ethel
said, but mamma did not notice. She was thinking
what a real thanksgiving the papa would have in his
heavenly home; how glad he would be that he was


safe away from the sin and trouble of this life. And
as she thought, she grew almost glad herself.
By-and-by she said:
Children, who do you think are the very happiest
people in the wide world,-selfish people, those who
are just trying all the time to make themselves happy,
or the people who think most of others, and do all
they can for their comfort ?"
I expect it's those who try to do all they can
for others," said Harold, "but it's awful hard some-
As for instance," said mamma, with an approving
look at her little boy, when a little girl's brother
leaves his play and spends his time making something
to please her, he's full as happy as if he had been off
about his own pleasure."
Yes, ma'am!" said Harold, so heartily that his
mother laughed.
"Was that awful hard? asked Marion.
Only just at first, and I suppose that's the way it
is mostly. When a body once gets started right, it
goes a great deal easier."
"You've found out a very important truth, my


boy," said his mother. "So you must always look
out and start right."
That's so," said Harold; and away he ran to his
"What you'se making, mamma? asked Ethel, a
few minutes later. Her keen eyes had been watching
the little garment that her mother was putting to-
gether with a great deal of interest.
"I am making something to keep Janet's little sis-
ter warm. I was going to say something more about
Thanksgiving Day, but Harold ran out without my
noticing, and this warm garment has something to do
with it."
"Here comes Harry now, this minute! Come
Harry, kick Mamma's got somefin to say," shouted
"All right," said Harold; "here I am," and he
stood, hat in hand, waiting for his mother's words. -
We were talking about Thanksgiving, you know,
and then about giving up our own pleasure for theirs,
and how much happier we are when we do it.
Well, I've been thinking about our next Thanksgiv-
ing. I was wondering whether we couldn't do some-


thing to make some other people more comfortable.
There are such numbers of folks who never have any-
thing extra on that day, and who only have to look
forward to such a hard winter, that it is not easy for
them to feel grateful," said mamma.
I guess they ought to, though," said Ethel, look-
ing very wise, "'cause you see everybody has somefin'
"True," said mamma; "but if some of these poor
people had a little lift, now and then, and especially
at Thanksgiving, when the rest of us are having so
many good things, don't you think it would be very
much easier for them to be really thankful?"
"I think it would, mamma," said Harold, sitting
down on a stool at his mother's feet.
Their mother knew very well what Marion would
say. They had talked it all over together,h before the
two younger children came in, and, at that very min-
ute, she was sewing away, on one of the same gay
little garments on which her mother was working.
"Then," the mamma went on, "I think we should
all like to do something for somebody, if we can help
people to be thankful. Don't you think so, pussy? "


"I guess we'd be God's helpers then, wouldn't
we ? said Ethel; "'cause he wants folks to be thank-
ful all the whole time."
Yes," said mamma, we should. Do you want
to help ?"
Oh, yes, mamma, 'course I do; only I guess may-
be I don't know how."
"But, you precious little puss, mamma can tell you
how," said Harold. "What are mammas good for,
if not for that? I don't see what I can do, though.
Boys can't sew and make things, like girls."
"Listen, now," said mamma. "I am going to tell
you all something. When your own dear papa was
living, he used to send a basket of good things every
year to Janet's mother, and another to Mrs. Allen,
besides a host of smaller gifts to other needy people.
He had a list of their names all written out. I found
them after his death, carefully put away with other
papers. It is a very precious list to me. Those poor
people are dearer to me than any others, because they
belonged to papa, in a certain sense.
"Now I want to know what my children would like
to do. Shall we keep right on with papa's work, and


make all these people comfortable and happy ? Re-
member, we shall have to give up some things our-
selves; for we have less money now than when we had
the papa to earn it for us."
Marion's eyes were full of fears when her mother
finished, and she did not try to answer. As for Har-
old, he had to clear his throat two or three times, and
then he said :
I think it's just grand to take up papa's work; and
I think, between us all, we might manage it pretty
well. And as to going without a few things, I'm
sure we'll never mind that for a minute."
"And what says my baby?" said mamma, pulling
the little curly-head against her shoulder.
"I'se 'fraid I can't ever do papa's work, it's so big
and I'se so little; but maybe I can do a little mite
for myself," said the wise little Ethel.
"That's just the way I felt," said Marion; "as if
papa's work was so big, for he did lots more than just
send things to people, that I didn't see how we could
ever do it."
But we've got mamma to help," said Harold,
cheerily. We haven't got to do it all."


"And, besides," said mamma, work that you can't
do, you will not have to do. It's only the part of
appa's work that your strength is equal to, that I
want my children to undertake."
"And that we can do, and we will," said Harold,
springing up from his low seat. "And now here
goes. What's the first thing, mamma ?"
"The very first thing is to take your old shoes over
to the shop and get them mended," said mamma, with
a bit of twinkle in her eyes; for Harold hated mended
He made up a wry face, now; but when mamma
"That will save half a dollar, at least, towards the
He marched bravely off up stairs, and in a few min-
utes they could hear him whistling down the path.
"Mamma you hasn't told me yet what you'se mak-
ing," said Ethel, when Harold had gone.
"Why, so I haven't," said she. "It's a nice little
'flannel dress to keep Janet's little sister warm."
"The real totsy, mitsey little one?" said Ethel,
her head full of interest in the small garment, now


she knew for whom it was designed. "Can't I sew
one little bit on it, mamma? I'll make the tiniest
mites of stitches, I will. Please let me."
The blue eyes looked very earnest, and the mamma
could not find it in her heart to say no. So, in a min-
ute, she basted one of the little sleeves, and little Miss
Trotsey sat down very patiently to sew it.
It was pretty hard work for the little lassie; at
least the sitting still was, for she was never quiet, ex-
cept when she must be, unless her busy brain had
wandered off into dream-land. So no one was sur-
prised when she suddenly dropped her needle and
work, and exclaimed:
"There! I guess I've done 'nuff for this time.
'Sides, there's Cindy, and I must tend to her."
"You're a faithful little mother," said mamma,
laughing. "It is a great comfort to know that Miss
Cinderilla will never be left to suffer."
"'Course I wouldn't let her," said Ethel, very



T was only a few days after this, that Harold ran
in from school in great glee.
A letter from Aunt Lucy," he shouted, as soon as
he was inside the gate. "I think it's an invite to
Thanksgiving. Please open it quick, mamma, and see."
"What's an invite, pray?" said his mamma, tear-
ing open the envelope.
"Well, an invitation, then. That's what Mr.
Briggs said the other day. He said he had an invite
to go up to his son's."
But mamma was deep in her letter before Harold
finished his sentence. It was very short, and quickly
"It is, mamma. Harold knows it is. I can see
the invitation right in your eyes."
"Then you can read it without my help," said
mamma, folding the letter and putting it in her


Tell me, please do, mamma," said Harold, put-
ting one arm around his mother's neck and looking
in her face with his most winning smile.
"Not now," she said, giving him a good hug and
half a dozen kisses to pay him for bringing the letter.
" I'll tell you all at supper time."
I'm going to ask Janet to have supper right away,"
he said, running off to the kitchen.
But Janet would not be wheedled into getting tea
one minute before six o'clock, when she found the
order was only Harold's. So, as there was nothing
else to do, he walked into the shed and split his
kindlings, and then ran in for Ethel.
"I guess we might as well go. out for a little walk,
mamma, if you're 'willing. It's an awful long while
to supper time. It won't be quite so long if I go off
"Very well," said his mother, only be sure you
are home at six."
"Sure as taxes, mamma. I would not miss it for two
cents." And taking Ethel by the hand, he was off.
"Is it very long to supper-time?" said Ethel, trot-
ting gayly along by Harold's side.


"It's more than half an hour," said Harold; "isn't
that a long time?"
"I didn't think that's very long," said Ethel.
Well, you see," said Harold, "mamma's got a
letter, and she's going to tell us what's in it at supper-
time, and that makes it seem awful long ; and that's
why I thought we might as well take a walk some-
where. Say, let's go nutting."
"Oh, yes! I guess Jack Frost's been round,
hasn't lie? Mamma says Mr. Jack has to give the
nuts a nip, before we can get 'em out of the burs,"
said Ethel, running on ahead.
"Oh, yes! Jack was around strong last night and
night before: I think the nuts will be out all right by
this time. Let's have a race, and get there quicker."
Away they ran. Harry's nimble feet were soon in
danger of getting there long before the owner of the
yellow locks, that flew about in the twilight, as she
scampered on.
It's getting dark, Harry,' said Ethel, pretty soon.
"I can't run any more. Wait, wait, I say !"
But Harry was running, and it was sheer fun to
run. Then his feet clattered so over the gravel path,


that he only half heard the little wail that Ethel sent
after him; so he kept on till he reached the tree.
"Why, Trotsey I where are you ?" he said, the min-
ute he stopped. "Why I got here first, didn't I ?"
And directly he turned back to meet her.
Why didn't you wait ? I told you to wait," said
Ethel, her eyes full of angry tears.
"Oh, I got going; and it was dreadful hard to stop.
There, now, let's try it again. You'll get there first
this time ; see if you don't."
So away they started again, and this time Ethel
won the race. But after all, it was growing dark so
fast, they had to give up the nuts and go home. They
only found two or three.
Guess what's in that letter, Trotsey," said Harold,
as they trotted on towards the house.
Dunno," said Ethel. "P'raps Aunt Lucy and
King Rob are coming to see us again. Oh, I most
wish they were; don't you, Harry ?"
"I don't most wish it," said Harold, "only next to
most. Now I'll tell you what I guess, and see if I
don't guess right. I guess we are invited, all of us,
to spend Thanksgiving: with Aunt Lucy."

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