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August is, 1909.
best fireman of us all." A
one moment ceased his
his tail and said, dog fash
but I am not a fireman, I
?Edna Everett, in Kinde
THE ORAN
It was told by Maritza
away Turkey, and I am g<
tn cvprv nnp lipcanco T 1101
child who had discovered
I was finishing, my brej
heard a little sound at my <
had slipped off her shoes :
so softly through the opei
her.
After I had taken the p
had sent, 1 gave Maritza t
in a dish on the table. Oi
other was quite small.
"One orange is for you,'
may carry to Louka. Whi
Maritza waited a long
anv time she wnnlrl have
child to answer promptly <
be easily heard; but this t
good manners required, i
and over and then the oth<
After a little more urgii
"This one." It was the bi
Curious to know of the
her so long in deciding, I
give Louka the small oran
&
"ON TIME FOR EIGHT YEA
Dear Presbyterian:
I am a little girl, eleven vej
I go to Sunday school and churci
Sunday. I have a gold pin- foi
to Sunday school on time Coi
years. I like to read the sto
your paper very much. Hope
my letter In print for 1 want
prise father.
Your unknown friend,
Jackson, Miss. Martha Gwin h
HOME FROM THE SEA SHi
Dear Presbyterian: I am a litl
nine years old. I go to the 1
terian church and Sunday sch
want to surprise my mamma am
I am just home from Atlantic C
had a good time going in the
I have two kittens, one is my e
and a pig and dog. This is n
letter. I hope to see it in prinl
Your friend.
Sarah Hortence Hi
Charleston. W. Va.
TWELVE YEARS OLD.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a lit)
twelve years old. I love to go I
day school. Miss Flora M. Si
my teacher. I have a little sist
year old and two brothers. I ho
letter will be published.
From your friend,
Duke, N. C. Pearl Br
L L
THE PRESBYTERI/
md Cap, who had never for
"Bow-wow-wow!'' wagged
ion, "I did the best I could,
am only Cap. the fire dog."
rgarten Review.
GE SECRET.
, a little Greek girl in farming
to tell it here and now
rer have found an American
it.
lkfast one morning when I
elbow. It was Maritza, who
it the outer door, and come
11 hall that I had not heard
arcel of sewing her mother
wo oranges which were left
ne of them was big and the
' I said, "and the other you
ich one will you give her?"
while before answering. At
thought it rude for a little
3r in a voice loud enough to
ime she waited longer than
she looked one orange over
sr.
lg from me, she whispered:
g one.
i struggle which had made
said: "But why don't you
ge? He is a small boy."
Our Wee I
lRS" THE LAN!
Mary Kathei
Jmrer Over the hills and fs
1 going ^re v?ices ?f childrc
r elglu There is a garden, li
rles in Where music floats 1
to see M ay !
to 3urThere
is the beautifi
Where many childre
-lutton. There they dance, an
Like little fairies?ol
ORE.
:le girl, MY SER
^^1 ^ have ten little ser
d papa. about,
Ity and see if you can fi
ocean. Two of my servants i
lister's, And they have ten :
iy first them, too.
Two of my servants ;
And are always read;
iyett To keep me posted
around,
Except when they're
le girl, ,, profound,
to Sun- ',wo them tell me
nlth is Jwo of them run ar
er, one Ehe ninth one warns
pe this near!
She's always talking
Now, who are my sen
ya?t- them, say ?
OF THE SOUTH.
Maritza dug her stockened
twisted her apron hem before i
"Is not Anna waiting for m
"Anna and I will eat my orai
twelve pieces and the other e
like to take six pieces if I had
"You can not see through t
to tell how many pieces the
know?" I asked.
Then Maritza told me the o
it:
If you look at the stem-en<
Vee the scar where it pulled
like a little wheel, with spol
center. If you count the spac
you will find that there are y
there will be sections in the 01
and so you can tell as Maritza
your orange has.
Perhaps you think every or;
her, just as the apple has h
seeds; but you will find that
Well, I don't know. I>ut, pe
history of the orange, when it
when it is only a bud, sometl
hurts some of the cells or m;
grow some of the rest. Thei
mixed ; and. no matter how I
the orange becomes, it has n
had when it was a little greet
to be an orange.
The next time you eat an 01
secret before you open it.?Li
kittle Ones j(&
) OF NOD.
"ine Rhoads. Dear Pi
ir awav eleven ye
'ii at tlipir iilov ant visit ii
' I read th(
ttk; ones say, ,T , ha!
:hat comes with the wm ask
him breai
his hind
il Land of Nod, paws. A
n's feet have trod; cards fro
d sing, and plav, Yc
i, so gay!
Seneca,
VANTS.
vants I'll tell you
Dear Pi
nd them out: only elevt
ny hard work do, letter to :
servants to wait on Presbyter
day. My
ire very bright, My teachi
v, day and night, There are
on what's going on j>er ls fl
? huorffv ?n<
, . ,1 to Sunday
; closed in slumber horse.bacl
I have a i
what others say, Converse
ound and play ; and a br
me when danger is Camp. H
reach the
and fussing all day : Your II
/ants; can you guess
McComb.
t3
toes into the carpet and
she answered,
e at the ga^e?" she said,
ige together. Mine has
leven. Anna would not
only five."
he orange skin, Maritza,
re are. How is it you
range secret, and this is
i of an orange you will
away from the stem is
ces going out from the
es between these spokes
ust as many of them as
ange when you open it;
did how many "pieces"
ange has the same numve
cells which hold its
it is not so. Why not?
rhaps away back in the
: is a flower, or perhaps
ling may happen which
akes some of them out1
the number of cells is
>ig and plump and juicy
0 more sections than it
1 button, just beginning
range, try to find out its
ttle Folks.
< =
"DIT."
esbyterian: I am a little girl,
ars old. I live In Seneca, but
ag my uncle in the country.
1U41.
b 11 iiiti leners in your paper.
i a black cat named Dit; he
the blessing, when you give
d to eat, by standing up on
legs and putting up his fore
little girl sent n;e some post
m Spain.
>ur friend,
May Stribling.
S. C.
A PONY.
esbyterian: I am a little girl,
;n years old. This is my first
rour dear paper. I go to tne
ian Sunday school every Sun
father is the superintendent,
er is Miss Sue Nail Murray,
five in our class so our num).
We have a little pony and
it we ride in every Sunday
school. Brother Hugh rides
c. The pony is named Julia,
sister, who goes to school at
College in South Carolina,
other who goes to French
ope my little letter will not
waste basket.
Ittle southern friend,
Beulah Irene Johnson.
Miss.