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April 7, igog.
the big apple. When Marjorie gol
mother about it and told how son
Molly. "Why, mamma, her shar<
little, teenty piece," she said. "I'n
to divide with a sister and two brot
Very soon after that Marjorie's i
call on the new family, and whil
the children nlaved in the nlnv r
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not have as many playthings as M
for herself, but for all that, they had
five were sorry when Marjoric am
home.
"Poor Molly," said Marjorie's ma:
home. "She must let her little s
playthings, and help amuse her lit
of having all the good times to her:
sorry for her?"
"Why, mamma, she feels sorry
she did. and I think she's right."
"Feels sorry for you, dear! Hov
out ? You have everything to you
pretty playthings than Molly."
A GOOD RECORD.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little
boy nine years old. I went to Sunday
school last year without missing a
Sunday. Miss Ella Spindle is my
teacher. I liKe to go to Sunday
school and get on the honor roll. Hope
to see my letter in print.
Fries Cassell.
Christiansburg, Va.
A FINE GOAT.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little
boy eight years old and I have a
fine goat eight years old too. 1
have three little brothers, Thomas,
Harris Ivy and Lewis. I go to Sunday
school. I am in the second grade at
school. Please don't throw this letter
away.
Your friend,
Raymond Bunn Strong.
West Point, Miss.
SORRY SCHOOL CLOSES.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little
girl ten years old. I live in the
country with my four sisters and
three brothers. Papa died January 16,
1909, and mamma, April 18, 1907. My
little baby brother was five months
and nine days old when mamma died.
We raised him with a bottle, his
name is Oscar Brown. I am going
to school now to Miss Ola Mcintosh
and I like her fine. Our school closes
next Friday. 1 will be so sorry. I
study geography, grammar, arithmetic,
spelling and history. My desk
mate is Annie Jane McNeill and I
like her. I must close. I hope to see
my letter in print.
Your unknown friend.
Annie E. Harrington.
Harrington, N. C.
THE PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOUT1
t home she told her "Yes, but she has i
-y she felt for poor had such lovely tim
e would only be a and lots of fun with
11 glad I don't have "I am glad my littl
hers." things larger insteac!
mamma took her to her mamma. "Many
e the ladies talked, to see how selfish 3
00m. All four did ask other little girls
arjorie had at home share your candy, yo
a good time, and all "That is what- Mol
1 her mamma went her share of things w;
she divided with her
mma as they walked to try it, too. i<;tor
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tie brothers instead HOW WI1
self. Don't you feel "Willie, said his m
grandma's and ask if
for me. She said Willie put" on his cap ;
"And, Willie, see if
v do you make that moments later Maste
rself and lots more presence of his grandi
er wants some horeni]
Our Wee Little Ones
FOR MOTHER.
1 give my mother lots of kisses,
There's ready never one she misses;
A "wake-up kiss" right in the morning,
A "good-night kiss" when I am yawning,
A "sorry kiss" when I've been bad,
A "happy kiss" when I am glad.
t ? - -
'.'me niic wds mck j i went to stay
At Aunty's house, oh, miles away!
Then I ?ent kisses in a letter,
She said they truly made her better.
There's never really one she misses,
Oh, I give mother lots of kisses 1
SOWING SEEDS. '
Mabel dropped a few flower seeds into
the ground, and little leaves soon began
to peep up and grow; they liked the air
and sunshine so well that they were very
big in a month or two. Then came buds
and beautiful flowers; and the flowers
blossomed all the summer long, and the
old ladies over the way had a bunch tn
brighten their room every day.
Mabel's mother kept dropping kind
word seed into everybody's heart. Mabel
watched these seed grow. They blossomed
into comfort and love and bright
faces and smiles and thanks.
"I'll plant kind word seeds, too; see if
I don't," said Mabel, "I think the flowers
are perfectly lovely!"?The Young Evangelist.
H. 13
nore fun than I have, mamma. We
cs playing games this afternoon,
the children."
le girl has found out that it makes
I of smaller to share them," said
a time, dearie, I have been sorry
,rou are getting. If you liked to
in to play with your things and
u would be much happier."
ly says," said Marjorie. "She said
as more than the whole thing when
mamma and the little ones. I'm
?Herald, and Presbyter.
-LIE EXPRESSEP IT.
lother, "baby is sick. Run over to
she has a bit of rjt-run " a?,i ?
i iitu dd
and hurried away, she called to him:
she has any horehound " A few
r W illie rushed excitedly into the.
nother and cried: "Grandma, mothp
and cathound?baby's sickl"
&
JOINED THE CHliuru
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little
girl eleven years old. I go to Sunday
school and Mrs. Thompson is my
teacher. I joined the church about
two weeks ago. I go to school. 1
have one sister and two brothers.
Hope to see my letter in print.
Your little unknown friend,
Frances Rolston..
Snyder, Va.
DREADS THE WASTE BASKET.
Dear Presbyterian: As my sister
iS Writ in rr *
? iu juu, i inought I would #
like to write too. I am a little girl
seven years old. I go to school at
Mt. Pisgah. My teacher is Miss
Ola Mcintosh and I like her. I study
reading and spelling. My desk mate
is cousin Inez Sloan. Hope my letter
won't reach the waste basket.
Your little friend.
Helen Harrington.
Harrington, N. C.
"SPOT."
Dear Presbyterian: I thought you
would like to have a letter from a
boy, nine years old, who likes to read
the letters in the Presbyterian.
Would you like to know something
about my pet? How would you like 1
to see him? He is all whito
.. V-ACCpt
a little black and brown spot on his
ear and that is the reason we call
him Spot. He is a fox-terrier. When anyone
rings the bell too long, he
makes a big fuss. This is the first
letter I have ever written to a paper,
but I hope you can read it.
Your friend,
Erroll Joseph Paley.