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March 17, 1909. THE PRESBYT^TA
SKIMMING IT.
"If you aYe going to give a pan of milk, don't skim
it first," the old grandmother used to say; meaning, if
von are going to do a favor, don't spoil it by an ungracious
word or manner.
"Another errand? I never can go down town without
half, a dozen commissions!" complains Bob. when
his sister asks him to bring a book from the library.
He never refuses to oblige her; he does not really
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his kindness.
"Those gloves ripped again," exclaims Mary, when
John wants her to take a few stitches. "It seems to
me they always need mending when I am in a hurry
with something else." She would be shocked at his
going shabby and distressed if any one thought her unwilling
to render such office, but she makes it a little
unpleasant to ask the favor.
The children follow the fashion. Tommy shuts the
door at Bridget's request, but he grumbles at having
to leave his top. Susie goes to the door when she is
sent, but she departs with a protest that it is Tommy's
turn. Thus, all day long people who love one another
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A GOOD THING TO WRITE.
"What shall I write on my slate?" said Harry to
himself. He could not write very well, but he sat down
and wrote, "A good boy." Theu he took it and showed
it to his mother.
"That is a good thing to write," she said. "I hope
you will write it on your life as well as on your slate."
"How can I write it on my life?" said Harry.
"By being a good boy every day and hour of your
life. Then you will write it on your face, too, for the
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iace 01 a gooa Doy always tells its own story.
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STAYS AT GRANDPA'S. THE DAUNT
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little Oh, here's to the boy
girl nine years old. I go to school ai Whatever the obst<
Mt. Pisgah. Miss Ola Mcintosh is my ^he b0y w^0 enters
teacher, and I like her very much. 1 smile
am taking music lessons from Miss * , , ,
Gertrude Campbell. I have three sis- alw*y? bu?y.a
ters, named Clara, Bertha and Les- le )0- ? ias ^rit
pie. I stay at my grandpa's. I will c'ouds
close, hoping to see my letter in print. A beauteous silvei
Your little friend, Who bravely faces t
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Broadway, N. C.
It's a grand old race
A LOT OF PETS. por the boy who 1
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little gut knows getting tl
girl eight years old. I live in town. ahead
My papa takes your paper, and 1 like D'-pendeth alone c
it very much. I have a cat named Smiling, he daun
Buster Brown, a dog named Tom and boat *
some bantam chickens. I hope my . , ' .
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letter won't reach the waste basket. ... ., ,
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Your friend,
Marian Grinnan. stroke,
Hendersonville, N. C. Determinedly sayii
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N OF THE SOUTH. 17
EATING HIS WAY.
Freddie despised the multiplication-table. It made
you ache all over to say your tables. And you couldn't
remember.
Mamma got* up and went*out of the room. When she
came back, she had a glass jar of tiny colored candies.
She was opening it, and pouring out a splendid heap
on the tablecloth.
"Now," said she, brightly, "here are five little candy
dots in a row. Here are eight rows. How many candy
dots?"
"Forty," promptly.
"Yes. Now make seven times five and four times
five and the rest. When you have made the whole
table, and the next day after the threes and the next day
after that the fours.
"Oh!"
It was the most splendid way to learn your tables.
Freddie went to work with a will, and, when the teacher
(that is, mamma) said, "School's out," he had
learned his five table. He didn't eat it till after school.
One day the next-door twins' teacher was making
their mother a call. Freddie was making one on the
next-door twins.
"Don't you go to school, little boy?" the teacher asked
him.
"Oh, yes'm," politely.
"Oh, you do? Well, I suppose you think the multiplication-table
is perfectly dreadful, too?" she asked,
smilingly.
"Oh, no'm," eagerly. "I'm very fond of mine."
"Indeed! How far along are you?"
"I've only eaten as far as seven times seven yet,"
said Freddie. And he went home, wondering why the
next-door twins' teacher had opened her eyes so wide.?
Youth's Companion.
Little Ones
LESS BOY. ' THREE YEARS OLD.
who forges ahead Dear Presbyterian: As I can't write,
icles be* 1 wjl1 get sister 10 wrlle for me- *
., am a little girl three years old, but
the race with a , ,
will be four in June. I do not go to
school yet, but mean to some day. 1
nt and free ; have two brothers and three sisters. 1
to turn from the go Sunday school, and my teacher
Is Miss Florence Craig. I will stop.
* lining; Hope my letter will be in print.
he struggle or pain. Your little unknown friend,
)r repining. Beatrice Hogan.
University, N. C.
, is this race of life, a young bible student.
cnniKS not ot "luck," Dear Presbyterian: I joined the ?
hrough the breakers church one year ago, when I was eight
years old. My grandpa, Dr. Link, gave
>n his pluck. me one dol,ar to memorize the twentlessly
launches his ty-third Psalm. My little sister, who
is four years old can say it off by
smiling still; heart' Just frora hearlng me 8ay u.
, . I subscribed for the Presbyterian soon
takes the get-there ,. T . . . .. .
? after I joined the church.
Pat Rice Porter.
ig, "I will!" Willington, S. C.