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12 THE PRESBYTEFTA1
For the Children
MAMMA'S HELP.
"Yes, Bridget has gone to the city,
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And mnmma has no one to help her
But two-year-old Laurence and me.
'"You'd like to know what I am good for,
'Cept to make work and tumble things down?
I guess there aren't no little girlies
At your house at home, Doctor Brown.
"I've brushed all the crumbs from the table,
And dusted the sofa and chairs,
I've polished the hearth-stone and fender,
And swept off the area stairs.
"I've wiped all the silver and china,
And just dropped one piece on the floor;
Yes, Doctor, it broke in the middle,
But I 'spect it was cracked before.
"And the steps that I save precious mamma!
You'd be s'prised, Doctor Brown, if you knew;
She says it it wasn't for Bessie
She couldn't exist the day through!
"It's 'Bessie, bring papa some water!'
And 'Bessie, dear, run to the door!'
And 'Bessie, love, pick up the playthings
The baby has dropped on the floor!'
"Yes, Doctor, I'm 'siderably tired,
I've been on my feet all the day;
Good-bye! well, perhaps I will help you
When yfcur old Bridget goes off to stay!"
?Good Cheer.
GRUMBLE-BOY AND SMILEY-BOY.
In the Jones house there were two small boys, Johnnie
Grumble-boy and Johnny Smiley-boy, but no one
ever saw both at once. At first, they hardly realized,
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that there were two boys; but when one morning a
little chap came down to breakfast with a big frown
on his face, and blue eyes that were so cross that they
looked nearly black, and when pleasant remarks from
the family had no effect in making the boy look pleasant,
they were obliged to make up their minds that a
strange little boy had come to take the place of their
pet. So they treated him with all the ceremony necessary
with a stranger, and pretty soon he found himself
feeling strange and queer.
But he wouldn't tell any one that he felt strange.
Not a bit of it. He was not that kind of a boy. When
' he came down feeling that way, why, everything
was wronrr. The oatmeal was too saltv. the milk didn't
taste right, and the egg was boiled too hard. And he
just didn't want to wear his old cap to kindergarten.
It wasn't comfortable at all.
This sort of thing went on for some time, until Aunt
Emma made up her mind that some remedy must be
thought out. The mornings when Smiley Johnny came
down there was the happiest little boy around the
house all day, and home was a very different place
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from what it was 011 Grumble-boy's days.
So auntie thought and. thought, and one day whenJohnny
came down, and it was the Grumble-boy Johnny
who climbed up to the seat beside father, he found
a great change in the atmosphere of the family table.
Usually when lie came down looking frowning- and sour.
and complained about everything, the kind members
of the family tried to persuade him by cheerfulness that
things were not so far wrong as he thought them. But
today it was different.
"This hominy is too hot," piped a small voice.
"It is entirely too hot," Aunt Emma agreed sulkily.
"Mine's burning my mouth," mother said sadly.
"Mine's simply scalding," growled father.
Grumble-boy looked up surprised, and for five minutes
there wasn't a word said.
"My egg's too hard," growled Grumble-boy before
lie thought, just because he was in the habit of saying
it when he felt cross.
"So's mine," wailed auntie.
"And mine," sobbed mother.
"Mine's like a rock, it's so hard," growled father.
Grumble-boy could hardly keep from smiling, it was
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uu bo iiKe tne good old story of Silverlocks and The
Three Bears, but he'd come downstairs feeling cross,
and it was his habit to stay cross.
And then the finish came when some lovely hot
griddle-cakes were brought on. Grumble-boy wanted
to complain just because he felt like it, so after he'd
poured maple-syrup over his cake he touched it with
his fork and grumbled:
"These cakes are tough."
"I can hardly cut mine," wailed mother in a tearful
voice.
Father started to cut his just then, and so did all the
others, and at the same time father growled:
"Shame to send such tough cakes to the table," and
the. cakes simply fell apart on their forks, and everybody
burst into a roar of laughter.
After that, when by chance the .Grumble-boy appeared
at breakfast, it was enough for auntie to say:
"Johnny, are your cakes tough this morning?" to
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MOLLY'S SHARE.
By Hilda Richmond.
"Why don't you eat your apple?" asked Marjorie, as
she trudged home with Molly from the store. Their
cheeks were red with the cold wind?just the color of
the big red apples Mr. Luke had given them when they
bought the things their mammas wanted. "I'm eating
mine."
"I'm taking mine home to divide." said Mnllv ''Putt.
and Tommy and Baby would feel so disappointed if I
told them about the nice apple, and didn't share with
them. Sometimes we all make mamma take a bite, but
often she's too busy. It's lots'of fun."
"I wouldn't think it was lots of fun if I had to divide,"
said Marjorie. "I always have everything by
myself."
Molly didn'i say anything, but she did not bite into