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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 I - -- 1?J 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 nlav urJfU Ua?. ? ...li. . i v i 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.