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If you meet a little baref
Whistling a tune that is i
With an old straw hat pu
With his lips all stained
That grow on the flve-aci
That are blue as the blu<
witn a mite or a nose tn;
An-?, cheeks by the sun's
If you want to know whei
'Neath the dry, dead ler?v
Where the violets dance '
Or Jack Frost shakes the
Where the trout test bite
In purple clusters hangin
Whpro thp octant is Inneo
When the happy holiday
With hands thrust deep i
He trudges away when tt
Father's "right-hand man
Though he'll not be eighl
And mother smiles over
Both hard and wearisom*
Ready and willing on eri
hrom the peep of dawn t
When the bluebirds are c
Artrl t Vin ha v/>apL'o haua n
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When the purple shadows
And down in the meadow
Lift up their voices,, a til
Creeps into arms that kr
Like holding him, and foi
The tangled curls as thej
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i BILLY'S
- Jan
There was an unust
Horns. The ?xcitem<
tri foliar* iiflinrn tli a m
gathered.
Mr. Symonds, the j
dead leaves off the 1:
and came into ask wk
"it's Hilly," said Mr
eat his breakfast."
| ">.*o, Bill won't eat
wailed Mary, the chat
"Billy won't eat his
' Henry.
Mr. Sy?motuls seeme<
He looked long and h;
his hat and scratched 1
&'
c solemnly, uilly m
' ! illy, Billy, do eat
. THE PRESBYTER!
y_j
\e Children
rOMMY.
ooted lad,
nerry and glad,
ished back on hla head,
with the strawberries red
re lot, with eyes
est of April skies,
at is upward turned,
fierce kissed burned?
That's Tommy.
re the May flowers hide
es in the glad springtide,
neath the pine trees brown,
fiast chestnuts down r
! or the wild grapes grow
g low;
st, the ice most dTear,
time draws nesr?
Ask Tommy.
n his pockets small,
le cow bells call;
" he is called at home,
t till the snowflakes come;
the work that would be
s were not he
nands to run
o the set of the sun ?
Dear Tommy.
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rooning a low good night,
ut on their nightcaps white,
enfold the hills,
the whip-poor-wills
red boy
tow no joy
nd lips press
' say: "God bless
Our Tommy."
?Selected.
5 BREAKFAST.
e Ellis Joy.
>al stir in the big house of the
:nt seemed to center in the
aids, with anxious faces, were
gardener, who was raking the
iwn, heard the excited voices,
at was wrong.
s. Henry, the cook. "He won't
his breakfast, Mr. Symonds,"
nbermaid.
breakfast," echoed fittle Hester
i to think this was very serious,
ard at Billy. Then he took off
lis head, after which he remarkust
be sick."
your breakfast," coaxed Mary
AN OF THE SOUTH.
again. "You really ought to
Billy, unless you are sick, a<
, have ftxgd for you a beautifu
hand.-?nice bread and rmikr.ied
either.- And to think y<
"Oh, Billy, please, please, <
ter Henry.
Billy's little stubby tail \v;
swer to Hester, and his rour
into Hestpr'c
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remind her of something, but
mention it. Mrs. Horn, who
was still in bed. She was no
a party the night before, and
ing when she got home.
Billy seemed to realize th
to be expected to appear, i
basin of nice bread and mill
fore him; but something w
finally he slowly turned aw;
"Perhaps he wants a little
The servant's breakfast-table
ed, and Mrs. Henry went to
the carying-knife and cut u]
of steak that had been left, a
to Billy on a war mchina pi
Billy was very fond of cook
ing the daintily prepared me,
his appetite any more than
milk.
"WWat do you thing of i
Mrs. Henry. "What do yoi
"Look* had, very bad.ind
sloitlv.
"I wonder if Mrs. Horn w
a doctor?" suggested Mrs.
waken her, but perhaps I o<
what to do about it."
"Do you hear that, Willis
sent fori" said Mary, tryin
would do. "Then, if you dor
will have to take horrid pill
ten, now, and consider what
A good while ago, when ]V
Henry to do her cooking, it
them that little Hester Hen
mother. Hester was not tr
and evervhodv 'Pi
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her to play with. She playe*
sometimes let her help to ft
hold Billy while Mrs. Horn
Billy wore on his silver coll
valuable and privileged anc
kitchen household.
Knowing considerable ab<
his ways, little Hester Henn
own. For a while she was
before so many grown peopl
tinned her not to talk a gre;
to be bold or saucy. But, h
about going for a doctor, anc
be obliged to swallow "hor
took courage, and piped out
"I know why Billy won't ?
"Why, Hester Henry, whi
July 14, 1909. I
> be ashamed of yourself,
> Mr. Symonds says. I
1 breakfast with my own
?and the milk not skinidu
won't touch it."
io eat!" urged little Hesigged
very faintly in anld
brown eyes looked up
f he really would like to
yet was half ashamed to
usually fed Billy herself,
>t ill, but she had been at
it had been almost mornlat
his mistress was not
ind looked shyly at the
k that Mary had set beas
certainly wrong, and
ay, licking his lips,
meat," said Mrs. Henry.
: had not yet been clearthe
platter and took up
p some nice little pieces
ind presented the tid-bits
ate. As a general thing
ed steak, but this mornat
did not seem to tempt
i the creamy bread and
t, Mr. Symonds?" asked
i think?"
leed," said the gardener,
ould want us to send for
Henry. "I don't like to
light to. i wish I knew
tm? The doctor is to be
g to see what a threat
1't eat your breakfast you
Is, Master William! LisI
have said!"
Irs. Horn had hired Mrs.
had been agreed between
ry should stay with her
oublesome in the house,
lere were no children for
d with Billy. Mrs. Horn
?ed Billy, and she would
tied the ribbon bow that
ar. Hester was really a
1 petted member of the
3ut Billy, therefore, and
r now had an idea of her
half afraid to speak out
e. Her mother had cau
at deal, and never, never
laving heard Mary speak
I fearing that Billy might
rid pills" Hester finallv
%
;at his breakfast."
it is if? Good gracious!"