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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 I'OII 11 t 11 on . 1 ^ * ? 1 * 1 - - v^ui.i. iv an iii\.uim.iiicin.c , iic amy iciKes tut crcsin Olt 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 cL'ini K r> ??? ? ? * ' * oix.... mt awimicss lioiu every service tney render. 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 X - r - < * ... iace 01 a gooa Doy always tells its own story. Our Wee 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 Uara M AI a.rf A C. w w. M IflVMYVW* ? &IIU Iivvtl liana IV. 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 . , ' . , ^ a. a As he rows, he is letter won't reach the waste basket. ... ., , ? , . . And he smiles as he Your friend, Marian Grinnan. stroke, Hendersonville, N. C. Determinedly sayii ? * i 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.