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IO For the THE STRANGE Little Florence Wilsoi were no little pirls near so she made friends of z farm. The calves and 1; all knew her, and were a little chickens followed But of all the pets the her pony, her dear, dear lamb and playful as a ki to gallop down to the br< his little mistress on his her a (jueer little guest. One morning when house for his breakfast 1 stump beneath the app They were not the least contentedly on her wri There they pecked at he might be good to eat. She made a very pre nestling about her and h So her papa thought, ai he might not disturb hei scattered her pets and r; "I have a new pet for they were seated at the "What is it?" she ask eyes. ! "Guess," said papa, te "Is it a kitten?" Flori "No; you have six al "Then I guess it's a i "A rabbit to nibble m again." "Then I think it mus Snowball, who stole hei But papa shook his h Florence thought har< "Is it a puppy?" "No," said papa. "It He was out in the wooc On Sheltie's back? thought and thought; b ter breakfast she went c stood in his stall munch back perched a sleepy li He stared at Florem if he was saying: "\Yh< kind of a nest is this?" Florence laughed at not seem to be afraid < smooth the feathers on done with Sno.wball or ; "I believe he is hun: she said to herself. "I will call him Screechie. He would not touch clip irlitir D"vlast she gave up in desp "He is sleepy," her pa in the daytime, and at r ! the presbyter: i Children : little visitor. a lived in the country. 1 here enough for her to play with; ill the animals on her father's ambs and puppies and kittens ilways ready for a frolic. The her wherever she went. little girl had, she loved best Sheltie. He was gentle as a itten. He was never too tired ook or out to the hayfield with > back. And once he brought Mr. Wilson came up to the ne found Florence seated on a le tree feeding her chickens, bit afraid of her, and perched sts or flew to her shoulders: r curls as if they thought they tty picture with her chickens er curls tumbled over her face, id he walked very softly that *. But when she saw him, she an to meet him. you, Florence," he said when table. ed, looking up with sparkling asingly. mce queried. ready. Guess once more." -abbit." y fruit trees? You are wrong t be a nice white hen, like my r nest." ead. i for a moment; then she said: came down on Sheltie's back. 1 lot last night." 1 a l? "J T-1 iidi tuuiu il uc: x iurciitc ut she could not guess. So af>ut to the stable, where Sheltie ing his oats. And there on his ttle owl. :e with his big round eyes as D are you, little girl, and what this odd little guest, who did of her. She even ventured to i his head, as she would have anv of her feathered nets. gry and wants his breakfast," ^oor little traveler! I think I M the food she brought him, alst to coax him to eat. And at air. ipa explained. "He goes to bed light he is ready to hunt for his r IAN OF THE SOUTH. food. His eyes are very much "Where do you suppose Sh Florence. r.. i * in me wooas somewnere, J swered. "Perhaps he fell out of the i light of the morning he may back a very comfortable roost Now he does not know whai place he is in." "Poor little Screechie!" F1 wish he would stay and be ir papa, if I kept him in Dickie's "You could not keep him lc swered. "He would soon c Then just think how lonely In from all his brothers and siste back to the woods." So Screechie went back to tree, and lived to be a very ol respected by the other birds < understood that he once took 1 \ 1 _ 1- 1 1 T^? laiit mini, ."vnu aiiiiougn ri to see if he would not come back, he never did.?Boys and THE LOST L "Let's play school" said Gi was too stormy to allow th< "That's lots of fun." "We can't do this," whispe utes. "Molly doesn't know h "I don't want to play school "Let's get out our work," ? can sew, and we'll finish our 1 "Molly can't sew," said Jess to find something she likes, 'c "It's all 'Molly can't! Mo! who was also a guest. "We think every time if Molly like Molly was a very spoiled li mother, and her nurse allowec pleased. Though she was e never had lessons, and liked Now she was visiting her litth many things they liked to dc about. Just as they were t Molly to the parlor, and the cl had their sewing and work v nursery. "Did you do this?" asked M Edith putting the finishing t< for her doll. "Yes; that isn't anything,' it " "And you arc h whole ye said Molly. "Look at my tables, Cousir ert. "See! Here on the blac Molly looked, and then She "You can all do so many thir just a dunce. I can't do any Rut Molly was wrong. Th governess taught her many she went homp ?lie was mnrh September i, 1909. 1 like your kitten's." eltie found him?" asked [ imagine," her papa anl!P?st Or in flip HJm rrrav > - &**\7 have thought Sheltie's and fallen asleep on it. t to think of the queer orence said gently. "I iy birdie. Wouldn't he, cage and fed him well?" >ng, Florence," papa annitgrow Dickie's cage, e would be, so far away xs. At night he will go the nest in the hollow Id owl. He was greatly d{ his family, for it was a long journey to a disorence watched ea^erlv back again on Sneltie's Giris. ,ETTER. , lbert, when the weather em to be out of doors. red Edith in a few minow." said Molly. "I can't." said Joseph. "You girls icites." ' ie, quickly. "We'll have :aus? she's the guest." Ily can't!'" said Robert, always have to stop and ?s the games." ttle girl; but she had no I her tn (In evartlv ac cti? W._J ight years old, she had to do nothing but play. : cousins, and there were ) that she knew nothing alking some one called lildren played school and /hile she was out of the oily, coming back to find ouches to a pretty dress saia naitn. i like to ar younger than I am," 1 Molly," said little Robrkboard." sat down to cry bitterly, igs," she said, "and I am tiling. ey all helped her, and the lessons; so that before happier. "Papa, I want