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June 23, 1909.
After breakfast Prue gc
lessons to herself. Then s
Nora let Jier cut out a qua
a thimble, all ready to b<
with the other girls. Thi
stories that Nora told her
counthrie." It was dinnei
In the afternoon her m<
silk which ?he made into
for her doll. After that >
and played jackstraws* fo
lieve opponent who was r
efforts time went heavily
once she was on the poin
comfort.
"For I feel like being c
I'd like to tell somebody
tiresome this afternoon is,
one, to plav with, and hov
things are! I believe I wi
But every time she the
you ask God to bless the
unbless it your own self v
ness."
Prue was almost asleep
mother calling her. She r;
Wetherbee was standing.
The snow hnrl ctr?rkr?/?/1
?-l'J'vu '
low band all around the sk
"Clear weather tomorrow
Prue jumped up and doi
"Now I can go to schoc
"Oh, yes; I think; so.
today."
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TAME PIGEONS.
Dear Presbyterian: I am
boy nine years 'old. I go tc
which is not over two hundr<
from my house. My teacher
Persons. 1 go to church w
j uuier. 1 nave iwo sisters ai
brothers, and two friends v?
me named John and Walter V
1 have several little pigeon:
are very tame, also a dog. I b
letter will be printed.
Your friend,
Ernest Culb
ENJOYS THE PAPER
Dear Presbyterian: This is
letter to you and I want to
how very much I enjoy your i
per. I am a little girl eleve
old. 1 go to school and lea
fast; am in the sixth grade
takes your paper and I learm
lovely poems in It. I go to
school every Sunday. My tei
Miss Florence Alexander. As
my first letter 1 had better clos
ing to see my letter in prir
uronl i/v ?? ?~ 1 ? ?
"IV auipnec papa ikIIU Ullll
Your friend,
Eupha Milho
Stony Point, N. C.
HHHHhhHHHHI
THE PRESBYTERIA
?t out her books and said her
he went to the kitchen. There
ntity of very small cakes with
e divided at lunch tomorrow
s was great fun; so were the
about her home in the "auld
r time before True knew it.
Dther gave her a piece of red
a magnificent evening cloak
vas done she read for awhile
t awhile against a make-becally
herself. But for all her
toward the end. More than
t of going to her mother for
:ross; just as cross as I can!
how miserable and long and
and how I wish I had some
v stupid these old games and
11, too."
>ught better of it. "No. If
day you ought not to go and
without any excuse but mean
? at last when she heard her
an to the window where Mrs.
and there was a glowing yely
v, little girl," said her mother,
wn and clapped her hands.
>1 tomorrow ! Can't I ?"
But you have been to school
Our Wee L
A WAY OI
ft iuu? a little b0y that sing
> school, j<nows- an(j we ijn
2'is^Miss How sweet a thing it
ith my With everyone the j(
rtd three
;ry near The best and wisest
Wellborn. jn this round world,
S Wh/s,h Is just to follow Joy i
?1>c S And sing each day so
'er80n* THE WE&
"See, mamma, I'n
Charley, as he puffed
my first . littje bQat a
tell you v , I, ?
dear pa- of Dishpan. \V ell,
n years "if you are going to
rn very you will be the clear
, Papa blowing away the clo
sd some be a cbiHv. rainv. e
icherTs liked the fancy, and
i this is wind is blowing out c
e. Hop- are dull and a litle cro:
lt( as 1 sunshine indoors. He
lllna- . I,M . . ,
n>a say: 'What brigr
>lland. West Wind is making
?Sunbeam.
N OF THE SOUTH.
Prue's eyes opened very w
asked.
Mrs. Wetherbee put her ar
her close up beside her.
"God keeps school for all h
every day," she said, softly. '
he gives us are not book lessi
are the best for us to know,
tried to ? 1 ?'? "
ii swine iuuay.
Prue turned her face so tha
light in the sky.
"Is patience one?" she ask
dian.
RAYS OF SU
"The late Francis Thompso
a magazine editor, "had a gre
told tr.e a pretty story about ;
"Catching, one day in the
that nested in his garden, h
niece of .? : '*
a ? v,,.vu p??pci mscriDec
" 'Swallow, little swallow, ]
the winter!"
"The next spring the swalk
the usual time. Attached
piece of oiled paper with the
" 'Florence, at the house of
ings to the friend in the Nort
I dare no more fret than I
John Wesley.
The spectacles of regret
VanDyke.
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kittle Ones M
f GIVING. poli
s his way,
Dpnr P
ow, every day,
: is to share wrote t0
)y we bear. 1 wl11 f{>11
years old
thing of all bath sch<
for great and small. a sewing
ilong,. pastor, is
me bit of song. dren. H
children."
mother's
T WIND. tlme8 an
l the wind," said much as
out his cheeks and Your
cross the great Sea
said busy mamma, Philade
be a wind, I hope
, bright west wind,
uds and fogs. Nev- Dear Pres
ast wind." Charley I am a
now when the east take your
>f doors, and people have a 1
ss, he tries to make old. Hop
; likes to hear mam- as I wan
it weather my dear mamma,
here in the house!" 1
13
ide. '"How have I?" she
m around Prue and drew
is children, big and little,
'Many of the lessons that
ons at all; and often they
i tnink that my Prue has
t she could see the orange
ed.?Advocate and GuarNSHINE.
n, the English poet," said
at love of birds. He once
i swallow."
early autumn, a swallow
e fastened to its wing a
I with the words:
[ wonder where you pass
>w returned to its nest at
to its foot was another
inscription:
Castellari. Cordial greeth.?Ex.
dare curse and swear.?
always magnify.?Henry
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-OWING A BROTHER'S
EXAMPLE.
resbyterian: As my brother
you a few weeks ago I think
ow his example. I am eleven
. I attend the S. U. P. Sab>ol.
Every Saturday 1 go to
; school. Mr. Francis, the
a kind man, who loves chile
always calls them "dear
' We stay at our grandsometimes
and have jolly
d she enjoys it almost as
we do.
reader and friend,
Edith Paley.
Iphia, Pa.
A SURPRISE.
vbyterian:
little boy, ten years old. We
Paper and I like it flne. I
ittle brother, seven months
e to ree my letter In print,
t to surprise papa and
four little friend.
Charlie Howard.