Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Mamie's visit
 The work of the flowers
 Why Ted cheered
 He lost his dinner
 Why Albert did not want his...
 Second hand clothes
 How Jimmie showed his gladness
 A busy day
 George's funny prayer
 A birthday feast
 In danger
 Not too young
 On the beach
 Bob and the blue bird
 America's thoughts
 Stealing time
 Benny's dream
 Benny and his cat
 Why the children cried
 A great man comforted by a...
 Their badge of honor
 Bessie and her Easter flowers
 Kitty's question
 Susie's useless hands
 Nellie's pet bird
 Back Cover

Title: Buttercups and daisies
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Title: Buttercups and daisies
Physical Description: 72 p. : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Penney, L ( Lizzie )
Dunn, James B ( Publisher )
National Temperance Society and Publication House ( Copyright holder )
Publisher: James B. Dunn
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1898
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: by Miss L. Penney.
General Note: "Copyright, 1898, by the National Temperance Society and Publication House"--t.p. verso.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Mamie's visit
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    The work of the flowers
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Why Ted cheered
        Page 12
        Page 13
    He lost his dinner
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Why Albert did not want his dinner
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Second hand clothes
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    How Jimmie showed his gladness
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A busy day
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    George's funny prayer
        Page 29
        Page 30
    A birthday feast
        Page 31
    In danger
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Not too young
        Page 34
        Page 35
    On the beach
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Bob and the blue bird
        Page 38
        Page 39
    America's thoughts
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Stealing time
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    Benny's dream
        Page 46
        Page 47
    Benny and his cat
        Page 48 (MULTIPLE)
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Why the children cried
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    A great man comforted by a bird
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Their badge of honor
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Bessie and her Easter flowers
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    Kitty's question
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Susie's useless hands
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Nellie's pet bird
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text

Sunday School.
Always keep ten or more numbers on your card of such books as you wish to take out.
No one is allowed to have out more than one Book at once, or to retain any Book more than two weeks.
Readers are requested to be careful in usinir this Book, and punctual in returning it.
The Baldwin Library

Buttercups and
New York: JAMES B. DUNN, 3 and 5 west eighteenth street. 1898.

Copyright, 1898, by
The National Temperance Society and Publication House.

Buttercups im Daisies,
On a train going out from New York one summer day were a number of children, sent out by the "Fresh Air Fund" for two weeks in the country. Among the girls was a sweet-faced, brown-eyed lassie, whom her companions called Mamie. Her clothes were very neat and clean, showing a loving mother's care. She carried a bundle, and on her aress was pinned a small spray of geranium blossoms. This was her first experience in traveling. The others pointed out objects of interest on the way, calling her attention to brooks, cattle, orchards, and other things which they rapidly passed by. They told her eagerly of what delights would be hers when she reached the farm: the big fields, the flowers, the "lots and lots of fresh milk," and "everything good to eat."

It was Mamie's good fortune to land in a roomy farm-house in Pennsylvania, where a motherly, big-hearted woman gave her a warm welcome. Kissing the child's pale cheeks and putting a generous-sized doughnut in her hand, she bade her go out among the flowers and play. The child fairly revelled. Such a wealth of flowers she had never seen. She plucked them eagerly, filling her apron and hat with buttercups and daisies. She appeared to be very happy, yet her loyal, loving heart would go back to the hot room in the New York tenement where her mother sat patiently sewing. Several times she exclaimed, "'Oh, I do wish mamma could only see what good times I am having, and pick some of these flowers, too." The clays passed very pleasantlyall too quickly. Mamie almost lived out of doors; she watched the bees flit from flower to flower; she chased the butterflies and was seemingly as happy as happy could be; but hers was a troubled little heart at times, when she thought of home. There was a cause for the trouble, which is best explained by the letter she sent to her teacher at the Mission. It was a crude letter, blotted, and the words misspelled, yet it told a pathetic story:

"New-Holland, Penn. Dear Teacher: I am here. I fell out the bed. The place was so big I could not get back. I cried. The lady came with a lite. She is going to make a fence around the bed. Can you send Mamma out here? I cried last night because Papa got his pay. He always gets drunk and
hurts Mamma. Rite soon. M-."
Do you wonder that she cried? Oh, boys and girls, you whose parents never touch the hateful drink, how happy you should be. Pay-day, which should be one of the happiest days in the week, is to her the most miserable. She is only one of many who thus suffer, for Mamie is no fiction.
THE WORK OF THE-FLOWERS. You may not think it possible, but a gift of flowers to a young girl caused a great change in several homes. It happened this way: A lady gave to the girl a pot of golden-hearted field daisies, which she placed on the window sill where the sun might reach them and make them grow, for plants need sunshine and fresh air as well as girls and boys. But the window-panes were so dirty, the sun could not throw in its bright

beams. That led her to wash the window. When the glass was cleaned, the sunlight came in upon the pot and also lit up the entire room. Then she saw how soiled everything was; the floor, the table and all the furniture. Collecting together a broom, scrubbing-brush, soap and water she swept and scrubbed until the entire place seemed new. Xot a cobweb hung from the ceiling, not a grease-spot could be seen on floor or table. When she polished the dingy mirror, she observed how dirty her face was, and how soiled her clothing.
But soap and water would make herself look better also. Going to her own room, which was shabby enough, she washed herself clean, combed her hair neatly and changed her dress.
Her mother was not a good housekeeper; she spent more time gossiping with the neighbors than in keeping the home tidy. When she entered the room and saw the effect of Emma's work, she also washed her o\vn face, combed her hair and put on a clean dress and apron. When the father came home from his work that night, he observed what a change had been made, and he too, washed his face and hands and brushed the dust from his clothing before he sat down to the supper -table. The room

looked so clean and inviting he concluded to remain in it that evening instead of going to the saloon, as was his custom.
When the neighbors saw the change in this family, they, too, cleaned their rooms, one after another, until the entire building presented a different appearance, and all for the better. And. all this good was brought about by the gift of a pot of flowers, very humble flowers, too, but they were God's silent messengers.
"Isn't it nice to be out in the fields?" said Susie.
"Ithn't it nithe?" lisped Freddie.
"Just splendid," said Ted. "Ever so much nicer out here than it is at home in the city. Let's run a race and see who will get over that fence first. One, two, three!" and away they scampered.
Susie reached the fence first, and was nearly over, when she saw Frank creeping through between the bars.
"That's not fair," cried she.
"Yes, it is," said Frank. "Ted didn't say whether to get over the top. bar or the lowest

the top rail.
"'You're trying to be on both sides of the fence at once, just like that drunken man I saw the other day."
"What wath he like?" asked Freddie.
"He was trying to walk on both sides of the walk at one time."

Freddie wanted to know the reason for everything.
"Because he had whisky in him, and it made his head dizzy. He saw crooked. He tried to walk straight, but made a very crooked ^ne."
"Oh, bother the whisky," said Frank. "It won't ever put me in such a plight."
"Nor me, neither," said Ted; '"cause we"ll both let it alone. We belong to the Cold-Water Society. Hurrah for our band!" and he waved his hat and arms in the. air.
"Look out, Ted, you'll fall!" shouted Susie.
But the warning came too late, for over went Ted head first on the ground.
"I guess you'll take a more secure place next time you want to cheer."
"Oh, it didn't hurt," said Ted. "I'll cheer anywhere for cold water. I'll show what side I'm on, sure enough."
"Look, mamma! See that spider's web! Isn't it pretty? Finer than lace; but just see that poor little fly struggling to get away. He has got caught."
"Yes, and over there is the spider watching

the fly. When he gets ready lie will pounce upon the fly and make a meal of him.'"
"Oh, don't let him do it! Let's cheat him out of his meal. I'll get the broom if you will sweep the web away."
Xo sooner said than done. The fly was freed and Mr. Spider had to look elsewhere for his dinner.
"I wish you could get rid of all the bad places in the world as quickly, mamma."
"I wish we could, my dear; we will do our best to make the world cleaner and better. That is why we started the W. C. T. IT., and with the children's help we hope some day to clean out all the rum shops. It is a hard task, and all the men, women, and children will have to help."
Albert did not know what to do. It was a holiday, so there was no school. He read until he got tired; romped with Carlo until that four-footed friend got tired too, and had to lie down and rest; and then it was only about eleven o'clock in the morningtime for a healthy boy like him to feel hungry. He knocked down a ripe pear from the tree, ate it, and then decided

to go on an exploring tour down in the cellar, and see what he could find there good to eat. The old saying that

"Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do" was true in his case.
He prowled around among his mother's preserves, peeped in several jars; ate a large pickle, stuck his fingers in the pans of cream, which was a very naughty thing to do; filled his pockets with apples, and was about to start for upstairs, when he saw something black and shining on the swing-shelf.
"O ho!" said he. 'Here is pa's plug of tobacco. I guess I'll take it along with me and have a nice chew all alone by myself."
So he put it in his pocket and went upstairs. There was no one in the kitchen, and he could have had that room all to himself; but no, he was afraid some one might come in. Why should he have been afraid?
He went outdoors and into the field back of the house; threw himself flat on the ground out of sight; ate an apple; and then took out the tobacco, cut off a good-sized piece with his jack-knife and put it in his mouth. What happened next? Albert was soon about as sick as any boy could be. He spit the tobacco out of his mouth after a while, but enough of the juice had gone down into his stomach to make him a very sick

boy. His face grew white, and Albert was afraid he was going to die. All the naughty things he had ever done came into his mind. Dinner-time came; he heard his mother call him, then she blew the dinner horn; but Albert did not want any dinner. The thought of it made him more sick. His mother wondered why he failed to come, but she understood later when Albert crawled into the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon, with a very slow step and a very pale face. Did she scold him? Not exactly, for she thought he had suffered enough. He had learned a lesson. Albert is a grown man now, but he has never, since that day, touched any kind of tobacco.

It was Children's Day, and the scholars in the Sunday school were to have a service cf their own in the church. They were to sing, and the minister was to preach them a sermon, one simple enough for them to understand.

Emma Brown and her little brother Joe started for their meeting. Emma insisted on carrying her new bag which held her nickel and handkerchief. They felt very proud, because they had new clothes on. Emma had a brand new blue dress. Joe wore a new suit and a new hat.
They belonged to the primary class, and sat with a hundred other little folks as small as themselves. Many of these had new clothes on. but they did not behave as well as they should have done. Emma took off her hat more than once, and put it on again. She smoothed down her dress, and felt of the little girl's dresses beside her. Joe acted a little better, but he was so proud of his hat that he would not put it under his seat, for fear it might get some dust on it, so he held it in his hands. The teacher had to speak to the children several times to make them pay better attention. And, would you believe it, the minister stopped his talk, and preached right to the little folks. I think he guessed the reason some of them were so restless, for he said:
''You little people look very nice with your new summer clothes on, but don't you know that some one else wore them before you?"
That made them open their eyes wide. The idea! They never wore second-hand clothes.

"Yes, indeed," said the minister, "the sheep wore the wool on their backs before it was made into your cloaks and jackets. I do not know what you would do for shoes if the goats, and calves, and oxen had not worn such nice strong skins. Even the little silk-worms had to do something for you, for they spun the silk for your ribbons, and neckties, and dresses. The stuff your handkerchiefs .and underclothes are made of grew in the fields. You may look very nice, but you can never look as grand as King-Solomon did. He wore ever so much nicer clothes than yours, but even his clothes were not as pretty as the little flowers that grow in the earth. Jesus calls our attention to the lily, for He said: 'Behold the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.' So, my little folks, we must learn the lesson Jesus meant to teach us, and never be proud or vain; He wants us to be humble."
The children kept quiet after that, for they had something to think of.
Emma says whenever she sees any sheep in the meadows, she will always think of the warm wool they are carrying on their backs for her clothes.

Jimmie lives in Rhode Island. He is only eight years old, but he has been sorely grieved, and more troubled than so young a child should be, because his father drinks that which steals away his brains. When he drinks hard he is unfit for work; his mother had to work and support the family all last winter. Toward spring the father said he would "swear off drinking." That made Jimmie and his mother very happy. When the Fourth of July came Jimmie played around in the back yard, every little while glancing around to see if his father was yet in the house or in the yard. He was afraid he might go to the saloon for a drink. The little fellow wanted to do something to show his father how happy he felt. He wanted to give him something, but his pockets were empty; he had not a penny to buy even a stick of candy. What could he do? He espied a very handsome rose-bush in the next yard full of bright red roses. He thought he would get one for his father, and started to climb the fence.
"What are you doing, Jimmie?" asked the father.
"Going to get you a rose, father, because you are so good to-day," replied the boy.

''But that would be stealing; you must not steal, my boy."
"But, father, I do want you to have one, because you are so nice to-day," persisted Jimmie.
The owner of the rose-bush called Jimmie into the yard and picked for him a nice bouquet, with which he was very much pleased. "Now," said

he, "father is so nice to-day I want him to have a bigger flower than these:" so the lady picked a lovely moss-rose, which she gave to the boy. He ran with all speed back to his father, and placed the rose in his button-hole, where it remained all day.
"You are a good boy, Jimmie, and deserve a better father," said the man.
"You're awfully good, since you signed the pledge, father/' said the boy, "and I wouldn't change you for anybody else."
A BUSY DAY. The little folks were provoked when they learned that they were to spend the summer on a farm among the mountains, instead of at the seashore, as formerly. "Good times" can be had >anywhere however, and so they found that chasing butterflies, picking wild flowers, riding on loads of hay, berry picking, and resting in the cool, shady woods, were real enjoyment. One day they followed a little stream; they wanted to learn where it began and where it ended. They found it pretty lively, for it ran down the sides of the hills, over the rocks, and under the rocks, too, making sweet music as it trickled over the .stones. It grew wider as it went along. The

children walked miles before they gave up, and when they decided that they must really go home to tea, the stream had emptied into a good-sized lake. They told their mother about it at the tea-table, and it made her think of a verse she had seen that very day in a child's book she had brought for them. After the meal she brought the book, and this is what the children read:
"Run. run, thou tiny rill.
Run and turn the village mill;

Run and fill the deep, clear pool In the woodland shade so cool, .Where the sheep love best to stray In the heat of summer day, Where the wild birds bathe and drink, Where the wild flowers fringe the brink. Run, run, thou tiny rill, Round the rocks and down the hill, Sing, sing to each child like me There is nothing at all, In this world, so small, But what of some use it is sure to be!"
Georgie is only two and a half years old, but every night he repeats a little prayer before he goes to sleep. His mamma tells him what to say. The other da3* he thought he would make up a prayer all by himself. This is what he said:
"God bless Del and make her a good girl; God bless Georgie and make him a good boy; God bless Betsy and make her a good girl, but don't bless Crackers, 'cos he's too little."
When I tell you that "Betsy" is a black doll baby, and that "Crackers" is a little monkey made of red flannel, you will agree that this was a funny little prayer.

If you have ever been away from home and had a box of goodies sent to you, then you can guess how welcome was the hamper that George Stone received on his birthday. He was at boarding school, where the food at each meal was good though plain, but it did not taste like his mother's good cooking. The hamper arrived early that morning just before he went in to recite his lessons. After the morning session was over he invited his chums to his room, where they watched him unpack the goodies. What did he find? Several oranges, a jar of mother's blackberry jam, a box of crisp ginger snaps, another box of thin water crackers, a package of English walnuts, and at the bottom of the hamper, carefully packed in a tin box, was a splendid frosted birthday cake, filled with raisins and spice and everything nice, with his initials on the top.
"I tell you, boys, she's a splendid cook!" said George.
'And a splendid mother, too, I should think," said Willie, who sat on the floor. He spoke sadly, becausepoor little fellow, he had no good mother to care for him.
George looked at him when he heard the sad

tone. "Yes, indeed, she is a good mother, the best in the world, Willie, and you shall have a share of my goodies. Shall we have a piece of my birthday cake now?"
"Yes, oh yes!" was the eager answer. So George got a knife and cut for each boy a good-sized slice. Something else he found in the hamper, a jar of currant jelly, rather tart. Putting a teaspoonful of this in a glass of water he made for each friend a nice drink. "I'm glad mother did not forget that," said George. "We have so many currants growing in our garden, and mother makes them all into jelly for cakes and cool drinks. She'd cut every bush down before she'd make them into wine.
"Does she wear the white ribbon?" asked one of the boys.
"Yes; I do believe it would break her heart if I should ever drink liquor and get drunk." "Oh, but you won't!" cried Willie eagerly. "No, indeed, I'm Temperance, too."
IN DANGER. "Come in! Come in!" said Miss Mousie. "I have a lovely room all to myself, a regular castle; the walls are golden and I have had a fine feast. There is plenty of room for all of you; do come in!"

"You'd better come out," said the mother mouse. "If Tabby should catch sight of you where would you be then? Or, suppose the cook should come in with her sharp knife and cut into your castle; she would soon finish you."
"Oh, I am safe enough for a good while yet," said mousie. "The cook took several sips from the decanter over yonder before she went out. She also ate a couple of brandied peaches from that high jar, and I reckon she feels rather drowsy by this time. A smart young mouse like myself can escape her."
just then they heard a step, and away scampered the mouse family just in time. As they fled through the hole in the pantry, the mistress, who saw them, exclaimed, "Why, there goes a mouse! We must set a trap. Where can the cook be? She will surely be late with her baking."___
A little boy went to a Band of Hope meeting and said he wanted to join the Band. He paid strict attention to all that was said, but he was so young the leader thought he did not know the meaning of signing the pledge. So he was asked what it meant. He said: "It is never to drink any liquor."

Then he was asked these questions: "Can you drink water?" "Oh! yes, of course," said he. "Tea or coffee?" "Oh! yes." "Can you drink milk?" "Oh! yes." The answers came very quickly. "Can you drink cider?" The little boy-stood silent a minute, and at last he said: "I don't know if that will make me drunk, but 1 won't take it!" While his name was being written down he said with a very bright look on his face: "Oh! I know it's wrong." "What is wrong?" "Oh!" said he, "cider; for the song says:
" 'And forever let us banish Rum, cidei, beer, and gin.' Now it is in bad company, and I won't touch it."

Something happened near Ocean Grove one day, that gave the many people there something to talk about for a long time. A heavy storm came up. The wind blew, the rain poured down, and the ocean looked very angry; it dashed its waves with a loud roar away up on the beach. There was no playing on the sands for the children that day. It stormed all night, and when the next morning came a ship was found wrecked near the coast. Some of the sailors came near losing their lives during the storm, but others went to their rescue in a life boat. All the men and children went to see the ship, which was too badly hurt to ever sail again.
Xow what do you suppose wrecked that ship? The storm? Xo, that was bad enough, but the ship had sailed through worse storms. The wind? Xo. She was wrecked because the captain was drunk. He drank whisky that night and did not know what he was about. Instead of keeping the ship out in the sea, he drove it in on the beach. So you see that whisky is not good for a man who has charge of a ship.
"With water deep below the ship, And temperance boys on deck, She'll never on the whisky shoals Become a battered wreck."

"Girls do make such a fuss about little things," said Bob Evans to his mother. "You would have thought I had committed an unpardonable sin, the way the cousins, May and Belle, went on this morning when I showed them the blue bird I had brought down with my new gun. They said I was cruel and heartless.
"I thought I'd get the best of them when I said they'd better keep their tongues still, for though a boy might shoot a bird he would not be so barbarous as to wear one on his hat. Then they spoke up and declared they didn't do such a thing. May said 'you needn't try to shame us, Bob, for neither of us wear birds; we promised long ago never to do it when we read of how many thousand song birds are killed every year for milliners' uses.' They said they belonged to a Band of Mercy, and begged me and the other boys to give our names to the Band."
"Well, did you?"
"Yes, we really had to, to get rid of the girls. We could not help it the way they put it to us. There is a pledge we have to sign, and May promised to send me a book about birds. I'm going to begin to study their habits. I have a fine chance to do it out here in the country."

America stood leaning on the gate talking to herself. She liked to dp that; she would rather be outdoors in the bright sunshine than in the house helping her mother work. She liked to watch the birds. If the truth were told America was a little bit lazyher mother often told her she was; but America did not mind much what she said in that line. But just now America's thoughts were not with the birds, though they were flying about her. She was not looking at anything in particular. She was thinking of what Miss White, the teacher at the school, had told her that very afternoon.
"Yes," said America, 'Tse going to do just as Miss White says. I won't let mammy scold me no mo', "cause I won't do nothin' to be scolded for. If I is only a little black girl I can be of some use in de world, she says, and I've got to learn to sew and cook. I do like to wear fine clothes, and when I grows up I want a long gown jist like I seed a lady wear at de hotel. It was red, and had a train sweepin' on de ground. I don't like to sew, but teacher says if I will learn to sew real neat (I suppose dat means put-tin' in little teenty bits of stitches) she'll give me cloth to make a nice white apron. I do hope

she'll let me put -'broidery on it. Den she says I must learn to keep a polite tongue in my head; I must always say 'please' and 'thank you," and I mus'n't say 'golly' no mo', or words like dat. And den I'se got to learn to cook; to make bread and other things. I kin fry ham an' bacon pretty well now, but I don't want to live on dem all my life. I want a roast goose at Christmas time, and I've got to learn how to roast it and stuff it, and cook nice things what white folks has on dere tables. Oh, yes; she told me ever so much what I must do. She's down on lots of things de people do down here. She says I mus'n't drink ho mo' egg nog, cause it's bad, though I think it's mighty nice all sweetened up; but den she splained what made it badde poison in de alcohol; so I'm goin' to promise her I won't drink no mo' of it, 'cause I do want to grow up nice. If I is black I can have a white soul, 'cause cle good Lord in Heaven loves me and wants me fer His chile just as much as He does de finest lady in de land; and so I'll 'member all de teacher says. I'llrbut dere's mammy callin' me to come and peel de 'taters fer supper, and I'll have to gofer I promised ter mind mammy."

Miss Hall had a full class of bright-eyed boys and girls. Some were quiet and attentive and eager to learn. Miss Hall had a lovely way of teaching, and the story of Elijah was nicer than any story book they had ever read.
A few Sabbaths previous she had told them the sweet story of the boy Samuel who ministered in the temple with Eli, and they had

learned the ten Commandments. They had sung, repeated the Twenty-third Psalm, and Miss Hall had drawn the blackboard in place where they could all see it, and was ready to begin the lesson. It was about the ravens feeding Elijah. The scholars had settled back in their seats all ready to see and hear. Did I say they were all ready? Xo, all but two boys, who sat in the back seat who were laughing and talking, and paying no attention to what was going on. They took the attention of the other scholars. Miss Hall stood and waited. She would not begin till all were quiet. She waited one minute, two minutes, and finally said, "Boys, not one of you

would think of taking anything that does not belong to you, you would not steal from me; but two are robbing me now." The two looked up, astonished. "Yes, Clarence and Amos are robbing me of time. I have waited here just two minutes for you to be quiet; I had only half an hour to teach you and the other scholars, and I have lost just so much of our good lesson. You may think that two minutes do not amount to much. Miss May, how many scholars are there in this room besides Clarence and Amos?"
Miss May said there were "one hundred and fifty."
"Now see, boys, you have taken not only my two minutes, but two minutes also from the other hundred and fifty, which make three hundred minutes. How many minutes are there in an hour?"
"Sixty," they replied.
"Well, three hundred minutes make just five hours' time. Just think of it!"
The two boys looked very sober; in fact, they all did. It was a new thought to them, and one which they will not soon forget Miss Hall had no more trouble that day and went on with the lesson.
I will tell you of a boy who not only took

another's time, but something else besides. Peter wanted to go to work and earn money. He got a place in a store, and was often sent on errands. He was always told to hurry back. Very often he was sent a long distance and had to ride in the cars; his employer gave him car fare. Peter did not ride, though. He often walked and kept the money. Of course, walking took double the time. He thus took time that did not belong to him, and how about the money? Was not that stolen also?
BENNY'S DREAM. Benny was sick; real sick. He could not eat any supper, and went to bed long before the chickens sought their roosts or the birds their nests. He looked pale, his head ached, his stomach never before behaved so badly. He was too sick to sleep, but by and by his eyes closed and he dozed, and then he had a horrible dream. He thought a dreadful-looking man was after him, with grinning mouth, big glaring eyes, and the strangest nose he ever saw. Benny tried to get away from him, but the man caught him, and chuckled, saying: "I've got you!" Benny screamed, and awoke. This head is the one he saw in his dream, made of pipes and tobacco

smoke. The fact was, Benny had taken his first smoke that afternoon behind the barn. He had smoked a pipe. He wished he had not. His last thought before he fell asleep was, "that nasty old pipe." It is no wonder he had a bad dream. He will never try it again.

BENNY AND HIS CAT. Benny Barber is very fond of his cat. His big-brother brought it home in his pocket one day when it was .only a little kittie; a funny round bunch of fur. Every hair seemed to stand straight out. Benny feeds kittie well, and sometimes places his bib around kittie's neck and places her in his high chair at the table. Benny signed the temperance pledge, printing it like this:
His mother thought that was doing pretty well for a little fellow only four years old. Then he asked her for a pledge card for his kittie, on which he printed:
^jittie aAR9ER-
And then he tied a blue ribbon on her neck, "'cause,'' as he said, "she's a temperance cat."
Did you ever know a cat that was not?
GEORGIE AND HIS SCISSORS. Georgie was "as cross as a bear," and wanted to do something to spite his good mother because he could not have his own way. He dearly loved to ride behind Brownie, and many a good ride he had enjoyed during the summer. The farmer at whose house George and his mother

were stopping had taken George along whenever he had to drive to the village or to the railroad station. On this day that he was so cross the farmer had occasion to drive to a town thirteen miles distant. Of course, George wanted to go, too, but his mother said he must stay indoors, because he had a very bad cold, and the air was too damp for him to go out. He coaxed and he cried, but his mother loved her little boy too much to expose him to danger.
The boy pouted and made a great fuss. He had forgotten the good times of the day before when he rode with May and Bess, and the frolic they had had with Rover, who insisted on jumping in tire wagon. Everything was quite forgotten except this great disappointment. "I'll do something to pay ma back for making me. stay at home," said he when his mother had left the room.
His own little scissors were lying on the table where he had been cutting out pictures. He dearly loved to do that; his mother had shown him how to cut out a row of dancing dolls, all joined hand in hand. Then he looked for something to cut. He opened a bureau drawer, and there were a pair of new kid gloves. His mother had worn them only once. He took them up,

andwould you believe it?he cut off every finger, and then put the gloves back into the drawer. His mother found out how naughty he had been, two weeks later, the day they started for home, when she wanted to wear the gloves. Did she punish him? Yes, she took away his scissors and would not allow him to cut anything for a whole month. She told his papa about it, and he talked with George and told him he ought to save up all his pennies and buy his mother a new pair of gloves.
Boys and girls would do well to remember that mother knows best every time.
WHY THE CHILDREN CRIED. There were grief and loud wailing, and lamentations at the Brownell home when it became known that Charlie, the horse, was to be taken away. Good, gentle, faithful Charlie, who knew every member of the family. The children all loved him, and many a safe ride they had enjoyed seated on his broad back. How could they get on without him? How they would miss him! Did ever any other horse know as much as Charlie, or love sweets as he did? One day George led him to the kitchen door, where Mary brought out a lump of sugar. Charlie

crunched it and enjoyed it immensely; he never forgot that treat; after that day if he was loose in the field and the gate happened to be left open, Charlie was sure to pass through and trot up to the kitchen door for more sugar. He always got it, too. Clever Charlie.
George was sullen when he learned that his four-footed friend was to go; he had been George's care since the boy was old enough to know how to feed and harness him. The younger children cried and could not understand why he should go away. George knew the reason, however, and so did his mother, whose face wore a very sad expression as she kept busy at her work and cast not a glance outdoors. The truth was, Charlie was to be taken away for debt; not a good, honest debt, incurred for the good of the family; the debt was not for shoes bought, or clothes or food, or repairs to the house, or for unpaid taxes; none of these. Charlie was to settle a bad debt, a selfish debt: he was to pay for what had gone down Mr. Brownell's throat; something that had not helped him in any way or done him any good. It had taken some time to run up this debtdays, weeks, months. Debts are bad things; they are hard to earn-sometimes, but the worst kind of a debt is a rum

debt, arid that was the kind of debt Charlie was to settle; for drinks handed over the saloon counter.

It was the custom, many years ago, for girls and boys to go from house to house at Christmas time, singing Christmas carols, out in the street. Martin Luther used to do this when he was a boy; it was his sweet voice that won the attention of a good woman who showed her interest in the poor boy by taking him into her home and helping him obtain an education.
He became a famous preacher and reformer, but it is not likely that he ever forgot his boyhood days. Years later when he had a happy home and little girls and boys of his own he wrote for them this sweet Christmas carol:
"Away in a manger,
No crib for his bed, The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head. The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus
Asleep, in the hay.
"The cattle are lowing; The poor baby wakes. But, little Lord Jesus No crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus!
Look down from on high, And stay by my crib
Watching my lullaby."

One day this great man was walking in a field, troubled in mind, and perhaps anxious about the days that were to follow. He had his Bible with him and was reading the passage in the sixth chapter of Matthew, "Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, yet our heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than
Just then he espied a little bird that was hop- ping about; now down on the ground picking up a crumb, then flying up to the branch of a tree, where it trilled a sweet song. The little

thing seemed quite happy and contented, and turned the great man's thoughts away from gloomy ideas.
To his mind the bird seemed to say: "Mortals, cease from sin and sorrow; God provideth for the morrow." He had learned a lesson of trust.
Rub-a-dub-dub! Rub-a-dub-dub! Such a racket as there was in the grounds back of the Barnes' house! Rub-a-dub-dub! Rub-a-dub-dub! Toot! Toot! Toot! Mrs. Barnes looked out of the window to see what was going on, and smiled very tenderly as loving mothers do, when she saw coming around the corner of the house a fine procession. Teddy led, beating his drum vigorously, followed by Tot, Jamie and Phil. Jamie was tooting his horn.
"Bless their dear hearts," said Mrs. Barnes, "they are having a good time, and if they will stay content around the house and grounds all day where I can keep an eye on them I'll feel safe. I remember how I used to enjoy the Fourth of July when I was a child; torpedoes and firecrackers made noise enough for us then, and

even they set mother almost distracted. But now-a-days so many pistols and guns and small cannon are fired off I am almost deafened anil in constant fear for the children. If they will stay on the grounds as they promised I'll have a little treat for them by and by, and a little surprise when brother Fred comes."
The procession marched around the house, then down the path toward the stable, where old Major put his head out to see who was coming. For Major's benefit Teddy beat his drum furiously, but Major "did not scare worth a cent," as Phil said. He only gave a little "neigh," and went on eating his hay. For some time they kept on marching, till, becoming hungry, they decided to go and ask mother for a cracker or cookie, and marched on straight to the dining room door. Great was their surprise to see their Uncle Fred sitting on the porch, who clapped his hands and waved his handkerchief as they came in sight. "Bravo!" he cried as they drew up in line before him. "You march quite like old soldiers."
"Why, we are soldiers, Uncle Fred," said Phil; "we are used to marching." "In what regiment, Captain?" "Why, don't you know? We're loyal crusad-

ers. We belong to the cold water army and every week we march around the hall."
"Oh, yes, I forgot. That makes me think of a hint I got from your mother. I am going to decorate each soldier with a badge of honor." He took from his pocket four Fountain Medal badges which he fastened on their jackets.
"Ain't they splendid!" said Teddy, "with then-red, white, and blue ribbon; just the thing for the Fourth. Hurrah for the Fourth of July!"

"Please, Mr. Brown, I have come to buy a flower."
Mr. Brown was very busy among his plants, but when he looked up he saw a bright-eyed little girl standing before him.
"A flower is it, Missie? Well, what kind shall it be? A rose-bud or a pink would suit you."
"No, no! I don't mean just one flower! I want a whole lot of flowers growing in a pot."
"Oh! you mean you want a plant in blossom."
"Yes, sir, that's just it. I've got twenty-five cents to pay for it."
"That is a big lot of money for a little girl like you to have."
"Is it? Well, I earned it all myselftending baby. You see, to-morrow will be Easter Sunday, and teacher said she wished we would bring some flowers to make our Sunday school room look bright."
"I should think the room would look enough like a flower garden, if it is filled with bright little girls like you. You don't need any flowers."
"Oh, yes, we do. We couldn't have Easter without flowers. Why, last Easter it was just lovely. Miss Benton told us such a sweet story about the Lord Jesus going to heaven."

search of a plant, and Bessie was close beside him. He loved children, and Bessie was one of his friends. He liked to hear her talk. He se-

lected for her a plant having pure white blossoms,, with which she was much pleased. As he,handed it to her he said:
"You can"t tell me what Easter means, can you?"
"Yes, I can. Don't you know the Lord Jesus died and was buried, and put in a tomb? But He didn't stay there long. He rose: on Easter Sunday we celebrate His resurrection."
"What good did that do us?"
The child's eyes grew big. She was very earnest as she replied:
"Why, we couldn't pray to Him; He couldn't help us if He stayed buried. In heaven he hears us, teacher says, and will help us. Then when we go to heaven we can see him."
"Who? Everybody?"
"Everybody that loves Him. Do you love Him Mr. Brown?"
He did not answer. He wished that he was a pure, artless little child like this little one. He asked another question:
"You learn Bible verses, don't you? What is your verse for to-morrow?"
"Oh, a lovely one! 'Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
Bessie went on her way, and left him thinking over what that verse means.

KITTY'S QUESTION. A very simple question from an innocent, pure-hearted little girl, once made her father change his mind, and caused a turning point ih his life.

It was on a Sunday morning that John Vincent intended to carry out a bad purpose. He had brought homethe evening before, a bottle of whisky. He said he must have a good drink, he was "dying of thirst." His wife, after washing the breakfast dishes and putting the rooms in order, began to get ready for church. John sat by the window looking out and wishing that she and Kitty would hurry away. "Are you not going to church, John?" asked his wife. He said, "No, I've made up my mind to stay at home this morning."
"Are you ill, John? if you are I will stay at home with you."
To this kind offer John replied shortly: "No, I don't feel ill; but I don't feel exactly strong enough to go this morning."
Little Kitty laid her hand on her father's knee and lopking innocently into his eyes, inquired: "Did you ask God to give you strength, daddy?"
John started as if some one had hit him. He looked at Kitty and said, "all right, little one; you go with mother; I'll be better by and by."
When Mrs. Vincent and the children had gone, John opened a cupboard and. took out from a hiding place his bottle of whisky. He meant to pour out a good drink of the fiery stuff,

but Kitty's question came to his mind; "Did you ask God to give you strength?"
It was Kitty's custom, as soon as she arose from her bed every morning, to kneel down and ask God to keep her during the day.
He put the bottle back in the closet, and went into the next room. Several times he went back and looked at the bottle. Once he said, "I must have a drink. It will make May and Kitty feel bad I know if I break my pledge, but they don't know how I want this. I must have a drink." Then he seemed to see Kitty's eyes

looking up into his, and he heard again her words, "ask God to give you strength." He could not rid his mind of them, and finally he said aloud, "No, I did not ask God, but I will now," and fell upon his knees. For some time he remained kneeling; when he arose he went straight to the cupboard, took the bottle .and poured out its contents in the sink. He resolved that by God's help he would resist temptation hereafter. Years have passed since then, but Kitty's innocent question always comes to his mind when he is tempted to do wrong.
If you should see Susie's hands you would probably think them very pretty. They are fat, and have cunning little dimples, but to my mind they are very ugly hands, because she puts them to a wrong use. What are hands for, anyway? Susie thinks her's are to slap with. If you should see several little children playing together you could very soon tell whether Susie is among them,or not. If she is, you would soon hear a scream from some child whom Susie had slapped in the face. She slaps hard, too. Her mother says she mut be cured of this bad habit, so she takes away Susie's hands. That is, she

makes them useless to Susie. Whenever she hears of Susie using her hands for a wrong purpose she calls the child, who has to lay aside her doll, or ball, or whatever she may be playing with, and submit her hands to her mother, who binds strong muslin about them.
She cannot dress or undress her doll, she cannot play jackstones, she cannot even eat her dinner, because her fingers are not free. You see, you cannot get along very well without fingers. Such little things as they are, too. And Susie must go around this way with useless hands until she promises not to use them for slapping. If she should forget her promise, then out will come the cloth and needle and thread from her mother's work-basket, and the naughty little hands will again be hidden.
These words were written long ago to help children remember to keep sweet tempered and not.to quarrel:
"Children, you should never let Your angry passions rise. Your little hands were never made
To tear each others' eyes. Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For 'tis their nature to; 7. Let bears and lions growl and fight>. For God has made them so.5'

"Why are birds always so gay, do you think? Because they have nothing but water to drink."
NELLIE'S PET BIRD. Nellie has a pet bird named Dick. He is very tame and dearly loves to eat out .of her mouth, or out of a spoon that she holds up when he is perched upon her shoulder. At meal times

Nellie opens the cage, when out flies Dick and alights upon her shoulder, where he stays until the meal is over. He has been taught that he must be quite still while Nellie's father asks a blessing on the food; so unless he comes at once when the cage door is opened, he waits in .silence until the blessing is over.
Once fairly perched on Nellie's shoulder, Dick expects a taste, of everything she eats or drinks.
One day Nellie was not at all well,- She had no appetite and often grew very faint. The doctor advised the mother to give her brandy and water to revive her. when, the faint spells came on. Dick saw her take it, and thought he would have his share too, for he lit on her shoulder and asked for a sip: He laid his little head against her face in a coaxing manner, and peeped in such a cunning way, that she resolved to.try him. Just for fun she held a spoonful of the brandy to his bill. Dick took the tiniest little bit of a sip, and at once grew very angry. He shook his head, and beat his wings, scolding sharply all the while. Then in disgust he flew back into his cage and would neither come out nor notice Nellie all day.
You see this wise little bird found out at once that such stuff as Nellie offered him was not fit for a bird's mouth, and he would not be fooled again.

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