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 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 The first snow
 Dolly dumpling
 Sootikin
 Charlie's morning kiss
 Davy's school-room
 Willie
 Better than a temperance lectu...
 Beauty
 Nikolina
 How Dorry was "chirked up"
 The old belfry
 Scraping acquaintance
 Happy-go-lucky
 Robbie's brass rule
 The puzzle-picture
 Archie's boat
 Back Cover






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Title: My picture book
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 30 cm.
Language: English
Creator: D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1889
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1889   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
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Statement of Responsibility: illustrated.
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Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    The first snow
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Dolly dumpling
        Page 3
        Plate
        Page 4
    Sootikin
        Page 5
        Plate
        Page 6
    Charlie's morning kiss
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Plate
    Davy's school-room
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Plate
    Willie
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Plate
    Better than a temperance lecture
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Plate
    Beauty
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Plate
    Nikolina
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Plate
    How Dorry was "chirked up"
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Plate
    The old belfry
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Plate
    Scraping acquaintance
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Plate
    Happy-go-lucky
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Plate
    Robbie's brass rule
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Plate
    The puzzle-picture
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Plate
    Archie's boat
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Plate
    Back Cover
        Back Cover
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THE FIRST SN OW

", what a pretty white world!" said
Herbie, coming do,' to br akfast one
morning to find te dingy old world he
knew made over fresh alz d clean
It was still snowing, anid H1erbie went
to the window to count the soft, white
flakes that waltzed past te pane.
"You'll have to leia'- to make snow-
men now, Herbie," said Mary, "and I
don't believe you could send a snowball
straight, if you tried; do you?"
Herbie had never seen a snow-storm
before. He had lived in a sunny land,
where the roses blossom out-of-doors all
winter log, and you will never know
how odd and strange this frst snow
seemed to him.
"Well, I could learn, could n't I," he
asks eagerly, pushing up the window as
he speaks. The sill is heaped high with
a soft, feathery pile, and he scoops it up





-ith both in high glee. They
.i. at lii a little, because he handles
"e sofr-., et balls so awkwardly, but
is.Ts deft fi ers soon teach him how
to Te h~is oi, Vand saucy Jen doesn't
i- i e fenec-,ost they are using for a
-. uiL-, l of-ener than he. Herbie is
Q/ Dvoid of his success.
Te 4m~o looks out into a little
i'A.-. just Lnoross is another window,
lis/ *u, .
a s psently pushed up, while a
-e-n-- ap i)ears in the opening, and
o d p hnds reach out and gather
/-Q--i:+Ie f-:) _, Y i "
Gi e mIe leave?" says Cousin Dell,
it lir v iiis oised for a well-directe
1 -1 i-ierbie's head.
"-i 1I ca't ti.row says little Herbie
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T'ht for i,- ipdence!" sas saucy Dell,
sen g111 on2e -0i uNp in his face.
For reply, -ry, Jen and Herbie send
tr:ec I-Id p in Dell's face!






"0 dear! 0 dear! I do ink r-ood-by
times is the hardest of i ,ty!" said little
Dolly, standing still in tle ceI-nWr of the
room, with the family swar, ro~ull
her like. bees.
So thought papa and in as tey
looked at little Dolly with wistfli eyes.
But they only said:
Be a good girl, Dolly, and don't forget
papa and mamma."
An' bring me so e ciok'let dop9
cried Denny, who had kl la y yet lost ou
of his mouth the taste of t:lie -ro-dermh oi,
box of candies Aunt Win1nie had brought
to them.
An' don't never grow .-ipS," said ten-ye--
old Tom, with his moutI; fL You
won't be any fun if yoji (o-."
"I will! I won't!" promised ) Doly, ~s-
tily and earnestly.
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of fifty kisses into one. "Good-by, dear
mamma," giving her a loving hug that
lasted for days. Good-by, Johnnie, Susie,
Dennie," kissing right and left on nose or
chin, as came handiest. Good-by, kitty-
cat,--- good-by, everybody!
And just as she was going to begin all
over again, Aunt Winnie called:
"Dolly, child, it is time to go," and
away Dolly went.
Mamma followed them into the garden,
and down the long carriage-way, pulling
late roses and posies as she went for her
Dolly. Mamma thought "good-by times,
were the hardest of any."
Three months afterwards, Dolly was
back again in the old home-garden, hold-
ing tightly to mamma's hand, as if she
were afraid of losing her.
She had been such a homesick Dolly,
and now she was such a glad Dolly.
It's most worth while to go away, to
be so glad to get home," she said.






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kitty, and Lily found
eleven other cats in


the family at that time
she would like to make
"" was just a-wvishi
dove!" she cooed, in a
,-s she carried it home
almost fink somebody
purpose. Only what's
I wonder if they called
'Pural purr-r said


,and Lily thought
it an even dozen.
1' for you, Lovey-
happy little voice,
in her arms. "I
lost you right a-
your name, catsie?
you Lovey-dove ?"
kitty, rubbing her


Jlack head on her new mistress' soft,
white arm.
"'11l get everybody to help me," said
Lily; I'll give six kisses and a chromo---
that loverly one 'bout birds in their little
nests agree,' that papa gave me---to the
one that thinks up the prettiest name."
"Another cat, as I live and breathe!"
cried Tom, as Lily came in with her purr-
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Ai-'t it pretty ?" demanded Lily.
"Pretty homely!" said Theo.
"What is the name of her?" asked
Teddy.
"Want you to help me find a name.
-To"- think--the sweetest, cunningest one."
Ta"itha Long-Claws," suggested Teddy,
ling a long, red scratch on his cheek.
"IT.," sai Lily, "she doesn't keep any
D s at all for me. I love her."
Spifire," said Tommy, who had found,
to i ; sorrow, that kitty would n't stand

SI've found a name," said mamma, who
h:.ai in pooring g" kitty's head for a
:-inte oer two. "See this tiny, silver band
r9-(il her neck, almost hidden in the
pretty ;, sofl- fur."
"Tere s writing words on it!" cried

Yes," said mamma, "your kitty's name,

But Lily's pet name is Lovey-dove.




CHARLIE'S MORNING KISS.

Goo-goo! goo-goo! says Charlie. But
he never gets any nearer than that to
saying Good-morning." He has to try
hard to say even so much as that.
So baby Charlie makes it up in kissing.
The rosy lips do their best to express
what the slow little tongue finds so hard
to say.
It is Charlie's birthday. He is one year
old to-day.
"I believe yon knowr it's your birthday,
little mannikin!" said sister Nan, trying
hard to get the squirming little creature
into holiday clothes.
Goo-goo! So I do," urged the baby;
or, at least, it sounded like that.
"You re a little monkey-fish!" cried
Nan, thinking of all slippery, squirming,
mischievous creatures. "WiW y can't you
wriggle into your clothes as well as out
of them? That's the way to do, didn't




you know it, Charlie-boy ?" "Goo-goo! do
you ?" says Charlie-boy.
At lnst he is in---soe-how. Na g, gives
him t wo shakes to setle his rnmuies, and
down-stairs they go to mnam. iinma, who has
the first kiss, always. Iamma is making
her toilette, but she turns aid r.acIes out
her arms, and Cba+lie clutches at hea
cimpring-pins tightly, mid miikes a funr
little dive at her mouth.
Sometimes she hides a piee of candy o,'
a clierry there, and gives it to him wi
tie kiss. So she says:
Guess what maima. has for Charlie
Cady," says Nan, speaking for Charlie0
"Be-tter than that!" says inama.
"Raisims!" guesses annie ag.ain.
Better than that! "
"Cherries, sugar-plums, nothing at all
"Just kisses!" says wvBfmm~, ~aughing.
Charlie laugh s too. For is n't ju
Iss. th e very sw. test and nicest thili':
iT-lie -thinks so.





















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SCHOOL-ROOM.


It is hard to go to school when you
don't want to, is n't it? In winter there is
snow, and in summer there is dust; and
both summer aind winter, and all the
year round, there are lessons--" horrid
lessons!"
Who said that? Katy 1did.
Katy did, did she? Well, niy little Katy-
did, I want to tell you something that is
a great deal rder and more "horrid"
than that. It is not to have any school;
or, worse still, not be able to attend the
,schools there are.,t
I used to know a little Katy-did once,
.who cried, and hid her head in the bed-
clothes, and stopped her ears with her
fingers, so thst she might oto hear the
nine o'clock bell ring.
S"Would n't you like to go to school,
Katy-did ? "
That was what the nine o'clock bell


DAVY'S




beIl said every morning. And a thousand
hindeAing things, said:
SWell, you can't You can't"
So Katy cried and stopped her ears. It
a7s "very horrid," Katy thought.
But Katy had a -brother---Davy. And
iavy being a boy, did n't cry or stop his
-s.7-1 He meant to keep them open to
hd.a what was going on in the world.
_-, kept his eyes open too, and he used
M. ongue; and he picked up wisdom as
thie birds do food--by crumbs here and

And by and by, when Davy was grow-
.Ag a tall boy of ten years and a half,
he found a school-room. You never could
g.es,- so I'll tell you. It was just a
Ilaeksmith's shop And Davy sat in the
fore. The teacher -- the blacksmith, yo
know-- took the anvil for a desk, and
tiheere at noons and odd minutes, Davy
would go and listen and learn and ask
questions.



















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Willie was forlorn enough as he sat
on the door-stone.
"Tired and hungry and cold," he sighed,
"and no place to go!"
No wonder he felt discouraged.
But Willie did not know that good
fortune was travelling towards him at
that very moment.
He had in his little ragged pocket two
ten-cent scrips. Now as he sat there some
good angel whispered to him just what to
do. He bought some papers and began
selling them on the train. He was bright
and brisk enough, then, and people saw
only a wide-awake, eager newsboy passing
rapidly from car to car.
All at once he heard a sharp, quick
whistle. Right on the track, in front of
the flying engine, stood a little child Willie
aid often seen at the station they had just
eft, waving her arms and laughing to




see the "pretty car." She wasn't afraid
But the train-men held their breath.
Th eyI coldd not stop the train before it
reI Ch ed hier.
Suddenly, out along the side of the
engine, on to the cow-catcher, glided a
boy, with firm, strong hands and steady
ftoe. Then, one sidewise spring, and the
little girl, caught in passing, lay stunned
and bruised, but safe, beside the track,
where Willie moaned with his broken arm
They were happy days that came afer0
For Willie was taken to the little girl's
home; and when he could lie in his cosey
corner with the little one whose life he ha(
saved cooing and laughing near him, where
he began to grow better and could thank
the friends who tried to show their kind-
ness in a thousand ways, and when at last,
through their help he became rich as well
ns .good and brave, then he learned to look
back and see that those dark days were
really the brightest of his life.













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BETTER THAN A TE3MPERANCE
LECTURE,..

Is n't this a petty 1-ee ? And Bobby
feels, if antmi;g, worse tian h- looks.
Dan ad Bobby lia been aving a talk
a-lbout temperance onT the way lihoie from
F0hooiL
Dan knew a mn ~Tjo drI~ n 0r i
i.ad gi and oter dreadfid s'nf, t ll. he
-'Toud say very foolish tli gs~ some
timess do very wines. ',i was
.ffi id of rumi, .nid told Bo1by he never
:reant to taste a drop of it so long as he
di-ved.
But Bobby said le did 't ow. It's
'ery nice to oste the sweet 7ine tlrey give
oU when yo 've lad a typtioid fever or
n thing, and don't feel very strong."
Dan admitted ti-at wlhiene ver ~ie liad a
'yphoid fever "or av nyLig" lie mig),t like
-o taste a veY: little sweet wine. But that
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Anyway, it must taste pretty good, or
folks would n't driInk, so much of it," sai'
Bobby.
Dan did n't believe that; but he hId
never tasted any, and could n't say nmue
about it.
There was a high closet in Bobby'-
house, where Grandma Dunker kept al
her herbs and medicines. Among tih-
medicines was a black bottle of old Ne".
England rum.
I don't believe but it tastes good," said
Bobby. "Dan don't know everything."
He thought about it all the way home.
Once there, he climbed up to the higi
shelf, and took down the queer blac-
bottle.
"It smells good," said Bobby, hesitating
for a moment, and then taking a good big
" swallow."
Did it taste good ?
Let Bobby's face answer that question,
Isn't it an emphatic "No?"
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BEAUTY.

This is the story that Uncle Rob told
when he brought Beauty home from the
wars and gave her to Lily.
"Well, duckey," he srid, what do you
want to hear about this time?"
"Ain't there some kind of a story about
my dog ?" asked Lily. Tell w-iere'd you
get her."
"Beauty came fom D'e's Land. We
-ere foraging, and--"
What's porridgi g ?" decided Lily.
"0, getting something to eat without
. troIbling the owner fo permissio."
'0 yes," said Lily. Sae's what we
c:al stealing in Willow-brook"
'" "H'm Not exactly. We knew of
.-.ome nice fat chicke ns there, and -"
"Did you stole them?" cried Lily.
"Don't interrupt, Fla ey. While we
waited outside we heard a sound of wail-
g, and a girl in a bright pink apron




came running by, with the tears making
little dirty tracks down her cheeks.
"Whatt's the matter, house said Will.
It's my chickens Can'it you make
them stop hurting my chickens?"
"Go tell 'em there's somee better ones
further down," I whispered; and then we
all rode away togeer
r Mr. Yankees Mr. Yankees!"
There was the little pink apron agaii,
and a dreadful looking puppy under each

"W6hat is it, darling?" said Will, softly.
You're nice! I love you!" the little
mlid(et said, all out of breath.
"That's nice," said Will. But we don't
want these baby dogs."
SIt's to remember me by," she said.
Well, we threw her a kiss and rode
away. Will dropped his keepsake into the
first brook he came to. (" Mean thing !"
sa Lily). ut I ept mine, and called,
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)Day fter (ay Nikoiiam stIds and biegs
of assers-byo Close beside er oi the
door-stone sits the mother, hold si in her
rasiis the pa, sick baby, or iose sake
olina stands all day va,, 6iols out
.t:er patient hands. Her prtty face, with
i; wavy yellow hair ad istfl eyes,
sr ra.a ks far more ple dingly tn her
bl adering iun-English tongue; nd so
little Nikolina never goes i oe quite
eoi -:ty-handed.
i kolina calls it "goi h ome." I
- h-Jow the pleasant pictuiiie tiese words
e.ii up for you. Pretty -rooms, a bright
'i-teble, a warm soft bed, -d mother's
21 rn-e.
Well, Nikolina has te "mothering,"
,; but that is all tlhe part s e has
y our ictir- EHome," to 'eL is a
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But sometimes they have a little feast
together. That is when people have been
very good to her, and the mother hushes
the fretful baby and sends gay Nikolina
joyfully out to a bakIe-shop to buy "the
fea.1t."
Such was the fit time that I saw her.
She w-as cross-ing, the street just as I
came along. It was raining hard, and
the basket was heavy, and she could not
step with it up on the curb-stonie.
"Let me help you, little girl," I said;
aR-d I helped her carvy it a little way.
likolna was chirpy as a bird over a
ne4w-found brakast of bugs; and once
a donghrinut rolled out on the pavement,
and I saiw delicious tarts, sweet new rolls,
and flaky pies, and when I looked at
hie glad pale fee, I solved the little
begg:1lad should hiave some of my pennies
every week.






























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some spMrIeI i yor- eyes. :,Don't tell
me about consii:ption o "
Dorry lhiced been sicl y and 1 tired" so
long, le had nraot foroiten hiow to
lagh; but s1ie cah tfie ,ghost of a
smile, and was enco Ai Jo's
hea full of 1ns Somnie of them
head was ft ii -ri 1, 1 o t >L,,-,
grew into gay-d.y f:,,es01, 4and Lsta, berry
parties, and' basket pins; a d there
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coquet. Still Dorry didn't seem to get
Sell very fast.
A -.td- Jo sat in a bLiown study for five
z nel s one day, this was what
ci~-we of it.
IText day, Dor-y nd Ally were asked
t1o t_,_.e a stroll on tie beach. Dorry
s.ited to stop for sLihe, but Aunty Jo
walk_ed coolly over to a pretty green and
_it boat, and asked the children to

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Is ii oir1s:, uiinty," asked Dorry.
SThle o0 1er's EniPe is on it," said Aunty
Jo, ta ii u. tle oars.
Thiey loolied, and sure enough, there the
I 8e -as -DoILIY
id n'$ i nnty Jo t a gging?
jd lidit they just live on the water
al tliat s-hn er, till Dorry grew as brown
!nI Iiet s a young gypsey?
O corf e hV!e did; and ever since calls
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THE OLD BEL8F? Y.S

"Flre! FVe!"
That is what ite ~,om e ar5. crying in
the streets. Tie ioise it, Hp to
olDoird m the farT-a-: Ul v" The
Lo!rd ;^ me.T:o'7- cries old eionuld. "Is
it fire?" and do-n goes ie a er
while D'onaIld tug at the ioe as if it
were: a -matter of lie anId deat. s per-
haps it mnray eiJ,-who ;iioY s?
Now, too, the old bell rie Fire!
and its voice is loder thian- thie -rest
And people hushi their ow, to lhear it.
s the fie dies,. its voice grows softer;
when it flashes up for a moment, the
bell peas ou-1t a s-hrp, qic tone; it
answe,:r, to ever breat of change, as if
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The old bell is not always crying
SFire!" Sometimes it rings a gay, light-
hearted peal, when the children are off
for a pic-nic, or snapping Fourth-of-July
torpedoes; or, sweetest of all, when the
lovely Christmas-tide is here,---then the
old bell chimes out, "Peace on earth,
good-will to men."
Every Sunday it calls old and young
together. Then the men and women come
in groups and singly, and the little ones
trip trooping after, and the fresh voices
of the children begin their songs of
praise; while, high over all, the old
bell rings on, gladder and sweeter every
moment, "Come! come come!"
It may sound to some like "Bim!
Bomne! Bonme!" But the little ones in
their Sunday suits, with their Sunday
lessons well learned, and sweet Sunday
flowers in their hands,--- they know the
old bell is a friend and that he is saying,
SCome! come come!










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"WBho are you?" growls the mastiff
F" leda, the new blacl-akd-tan."
hu at's your business here, sir?"
To aimuse thie children," says Fleda.
"That's all very well," says Bruno. "I
take care of them and all the house,
myself; and precious little thanksI get
for it."
u Bu they 're afraid of you," says Fleda.
"The children lk about that fierce old
Bruno."
That's because I have a big voice and
wear chain. They don't know who takes
cnre of them all the long, dark night,
when everybody else is asleep. I make
otbler people afraid then, which is a good
thing for the children."
SAre they nice, pleasant sort of people,
here?" asks Flesd.
"That's as it i:-,.Apenis. People are n't
apt to be very saucy to me.
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SCRAPING ACQUAINTANCE.




"That comes of being big," sighs Fleda.
"T hey te-ase wte, and play all sorts of
tricks with me. B lt then they are very
ind, too, and, after all, I get a great deal
of petting."
That comes of being little," says Bruno.
" Sake the world up together, it comes
oit pretty even."
"Is it a pleasant place, here ?9" timidly
asi--ks Fleda. Anything to do besides
(do-L- in the sun, and snapping at the
ing flies ?"
SPleasant enough there 's rats."
"Tes, and cats. One of them gave me
a !dr-eadful scratch on my nose this very
morning."
"hTlat's nothing," says Bruno. "Just
-::'rk at 'em when they core nea you---
i-s1 way!
And, with that Bruno gave a loud bark
t~ at frightened little Fleda so that he
turned and ran away as fast as his four
"legs could carry him.

















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The boys call him d Dick." He
told me one daythat hiMs nt name
was Richard." But I ,tink thl:i_-it H-ppy-
Go-Lucky suits m 6aot s w as
anything,
Lucky is ragged enoi thol~inoii He
canvinot well. 1 otherwise, w hle e keeps
his present' i i- th
He sels piapers on the streets, b .t half-
a,-ozen ,oys vae ready to Cseream ~ Ev"Yein'
'Erld for ii any i, while Ie stands
on his hiead, Gnfd nes themIla I with
tricks that wo 0l d turn the average gym-
nast gTren Yi envy, and that would
frighten yo r n other s: Licky is happy
as the day 8 lon. ai or e, wiam
or cold, it is a, one to ifh in
SDaytimes there 's p yao'n-
ings," he says, c"hee: y nights
there's barrels i ii og e kads I keep
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HAPPY-GO-LUCKY.




Lucky is n't quite an angel, yet. In
fact, I grieve to say that he once cheated
me out of a ten-cent piece in this wise:
it was election day, and I wanted a paper
for the returns.
"Jest two left," said Lucky. Choice ?
Even 'Erald---latest edition---two cents."
I had only tens and quarters. I gave
him a ten.
"Ten? I'll change it into this shop.
here. Wait right here, a'am. I'll be
back in a jiffy."
That was the last I saw of my ten-cent
piece. But I saw him turning somersaults
out of he back door, to relieve his feel-
ings, I suppose.
Vexed? Yes; but I laughed, too. I
won't say what I did when I reached
home and, opening my evening edition,
found it to be three days old!
But Happy-Go-Lucky looked as inno-
cent as a June rose, when I passed him
the next morning.


















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Robbie came in flushed and tearful, to
tell numila about "that mean Stanley boy
that called him a cry-baby
Softly, Robbe," said Iu, looking
up from her book to hear the story.
W" W.,it has the Stanley boy been doing ?"
Calling ni es, said Robbie, and
T king frces, 'i everything. I'll pay him
bac1:, seCe f I don't "
W~li.t a very fierce little face it was,
and how the cheeks blazed, and the eyes
snapped and flashed, ,s he told it.
Mammna looked sober.
"What is 'paying back,' Robbie ?"
"Do"g just the same to folks as they
do to you," answered Robbie.
"That's a pretty good rule, is n't it?"
she said, soberly. Makes them feel sorry
they've done wrong, and makes you feel
happier ?"
Robbie looked puzzled. Mamma's brown




eyes were grave enough, but her mouth
had funny dimples tucked away at the
co-i'ierso
I wonder if that was what I was read-
ing about just now," she went on, taking
up a little book from her lap. "Some-
thiOg like that I am sure. Read it to me,
Robbie."
A happy hush fell upon them, as he
took -tle Bible, and read:
""Therefore whatsoever things ye would
tht men should do unto you, do ye even
so nito them."
Why, Robbie, this isn't like yours;
and- this is the Golden Rule,' too."
MLimmia's eyes were saying funny things
by this time, and Robbie suddenly laughed
right out.
"I guess this reads the rightest," he said,
"an d it don't say anything about 'paying
baIk,' either. Mine is an old Brass Rule,'
anyway But that day he took for his
own the "Golden" one!























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Fred -d d Alie are very fond of "getting
t" puzzle-pictures.
R7iniAy d~:ys, ad other days when there
is mo sunshine out of doors than in,
ma .uiia has nice, odd way of keeping
them happy aid busy.
She brings out a pile of pictures, and
sets the children telling stories about
them.
It's very good fun. Such stories as Allie
wil spin about a little irl hanging cher-
ries in her ers for ear-rings, or hugging
her doly with a grieved little face.
Fred chooses boy-pictures"-- a man
-ith a gu, or some boys with fishing-
rods and baskets.
These are very easy to imagine e 'bout,"
,s -Allie calls it.
But this time they have found a "puzzle-
kicture."
,"I guess these is temp'ance boys," says




Allie, "and that man there is saying, to
them, 'Don't you want a taste of this nice,
sweet cider ?'"
"P'r'aps they ain't hungry, and they
don't want anything to eat, same's you
did n't, Allie, when yo was greedy and
eat up all the chicken-pie---you and me,"
said Fred, with the funniest of funny
twinkles in his eye.
P'raps ---
What funny children," laughs mamma,
who has been listening to the two all
the time.
"0 mamma, you tell us!" cried both
children in a breath.
So mamma told the children an old-
time story about those four brave young
men who refused the king's wine and
meat, with his wicked ways.
It is the story of Daniel and his three
friends, and you can read it yourselves,
or ask your oldest sister to tell you all
about it.
































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ARCHIE'S BOAT.

Thit boat was the pide and joy of
_1Ar0:ie's leart. Many a stealthy hour had
been stolen for its sake from sleep or
play, ad perliaps, now and then, a sly
one from study.
At last it was all done, and Archie was
willing to tell I is secret.
But Jamie Allen had not only guessed
his secret, but had built a little ship of
~hi own after the very same model, and
ai, l.k-e it as if both had been made by
one iiasd,
SWhat's the name of it?" asked Archie.
"Mine is the WHITE WAE.
evere, mind the name," said Jamie.
"Come down to-night, and we 'll have a
hun, h. And then we'll see which is the
be-* sailer."
"All right," said Archie, very sure the
" WHITE WAVE would more than equal
t. H rival.




Nig t came, and A. rchie was firat at ti
roo9k. All at once his heart stood sti]
ad he sto. quite dumb, looi o at
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iy -wr- .k ti.it swayed with l.ie -raV
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"O ie Archie, "it is all spoiled!"
It didn'tenterArhie's head that
-iiiht be Jamie's shi and not I is owi
but o, straining his eyes in the moo4
it, e read WHITE WAVE Or W
looked like that.
thg- I said Archie. Jam
di(1 it. '11 fix him."
An.d the next instant Jamie's twin-shi
ras all spoiled," too.
All at once Archie spied the name-
SIITE _AVE0 on this one and, lool:
.-,k, f2 id the other to be "WHITE WIN G-
He had iade a mistake,
Po-r Jiie And poor Archie But
J.i~ne o ave him, and the two boys,
-egajl ov again, an were the best of
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