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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." . j6 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. ??I I I MM 111 II 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 i -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.