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March 3, 1909. THE PRESBYTERI/
DOLLY LEARNED THE COLORS.
Dolly was a little girl, and she had the yellowest
hair, the reddest lips, and the bluest eyes ever seen.
()ne day when she was in the kindergarten the teacher
showed the children some pretty yellow balls, and
the little children all looked straight at Dolly and cried,
"See, these are exactly the color of Dolly's hair."
Dolly felt very badly and went home and told her
mother what the children had said.
But her mother replied, "Why, I think yellow hair is
lovely, just look at the sun and the buttercups in the
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is a beautiful color."
Then little Dolly was happy again.
The next clay the teacher showed the kindergarten
children some red balls, and the little boys and girls
all looked at Dolly again and said, "See, these are just
the color of Dolly's lips!"
Dolly's little mouth trembled, and she went home to
tell her mother about it.
But her mother said, "Why, just look at the pretty
cherries on the trees and the poppies in the garden!
They are red, and what a lovely color they are!"
And little Dolly felt comforted.
The next time she went to school the children were
given some pretty blue balls to play with, and they all
looked at Dolly and said, uO, look, these are just the
color of. Dolly's eyes!"
Then Dolly cried and shut her eyes very tight.
When she told her mother about it, her mother said,
"Just look at the beautiful sky and the ocean that you
love to sail on ; they are both blue, and how lovely they
are!"
Then little Dolly opened her eyes very wide, and was
happy once more.
Dolly's mamma bought her some nice new bronze
shoes, and the very day she wore them to school the
teacher showed the children some brieht orantre balls.
And they looked at Dolly's shoes and cried, "See, the
halls are almost the color of your shoes!"
Dolly ran home very fast, so that they could not see
her shoes, and told her mother.
Mamma took Dolly up in her lap and said: "Don't
you know what a pretty color the oranges that you eat
are, and how you like to watch the bright clouds at
sunset? The clouds are sometimes orange color, and I
think that they are beautiful." *
Then Dolly laughed and got down, and thought her
shoes were just the nicest she had ever had.
.One day Dolly wore a new hat to school. It was a
pretty hat, trimmed with violets and green leaves.
Dolly was late that morning, and, when she got there,
the children were playing with some green balls and
violet balls, which the teacher had just given them.
When they saw Dolly's hat, they laughed and said,
"Oh, look, Dolly's hat looks like our green and violet
balls!"
Dolly almost cried for a minute, and then she caul
"Well, God makes the violets violet-color, and the
leaves preen, and I am glad to have them to wear on
my hat, for I love violets!"
After that the children did not tease Dolly any more,
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and Dolly found- that all the pretty colors were everywhere
in the world, and she was really happy that she
knew their names.?Janie D. Ilobart, in Little Folks.
A FIGHT WITH SLEIGH DOGS.
In a long journey bv sleigh in the region of great
Bear Lake. Mr. Ecertmi R -
0 xvimg iiciu a trying a.iventure
with Eskimo dogs, which he relates in "My
Dogs in the* Northland."
He had traveled several days with his own dogs to
the point where the Indians were to meet him and replace
the tired dogs with fresh ones. When the dogs
were changed, his guide, who had accompanied him
throughout the journey to this point, gave him a heavy
whip, and said:
"Now, do not speak a word and there will be no
trouble. They do not like the white people, but if you
do not speak to them they will never suspect, in their
anxiety to get home."
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_ ^ -..v. unites over, says j.Mr. Young',
placed my heavy whip so that I could instantly seize
it, and made up my mind that I was in .for a wild ride.
The owner of the dogs applied his long whip lash to
them, and away we started at a furious gallop.
WJe had traveled some distance when I was startled
by a splendid black fox, which dashed out of a rocky
island on our left. He struck across our trail, and
made for another island of rocks half a mile to our
right.
The dogs fell into disorder and sped after him. As
we had fifteen miles yet to go, it was not safe to be
racing after a fox on this great lake. So I resolved
to break the silence and bring the dogs back to the
trail, even if 1 had to fight them.
Bracing myself on my knees, I gripped the heavy
whip so that I could use the handle of it as a club.
Then I shouted to the dogs in Indian to stop and turn
to the left.
The instant they heard my voice they did stop?so
suddenly that my cariole went sliding on, past the rear
dog of the train. They came at me furiously. The
leader of the train, the*fiercest of the four, began the
attack. . It was well for me that h? did, for he swung
the others about into such a oosition that nnlv nnc ^ o
time could reach me. As he sprang to meet me I
guarded my face with one hand, which I wrapped in
the furs, while I belabored the dog over the head with
the oak handle of the whip.
Three or four good blows were all that were needed.
With a howl he dropped on the ice, while the next one
in the train tried to get hold of me. He tore the robes
and the side of the eariole, which was made of parchment.
It was fortunate for me that the traces of the fourth
dog, fastened to the front of the eariole. ?n Vielrl ti!
back that he was unable to do more than growl at me.
When I had conquered the third dog. I uncoiled the
lash on the whip and shouted "Marche!" The leader
wheeled to the left and away they flew. I had no hesitancy
in speaking now. The dogs showed no more
thirst for battle, hut only a desperate desire to reach
the end of the journey.?Young England, London.