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DADDY
ivate
I've a rocking h<
A little wagon, ]
A spinning top, i
Indeed, I don't 1<
Indoors and out
And romp about
And when it's la
I'm just as tired
And mama takes
And gives my cl
And snvR T am t
I'm happy as a b
When down the
My dad, why, th<
I go as fast as I
And dad, he say
And takes my hi
Just touch his pi
And peep inside
. If anything is th
And when they
It seems as if I']
And when we ge
Dad swings me i
And says, "kiddo,
And minded mai
Ts been as goo<
nnu iiiauia a SUM
In his pockets di
In my lap a pad
And then I peep
A lot of goodies
I asks 'em to tak
Just take a little
I am their "sweet
I'm happy as a 1
Lexington, Va.
LOST IN
"We're lost !" evelai
nevers saw this little c
"We're lost, we're los
to go back, I want to g<
dismal cry.
Billy said nothing, bj
that he was the only b(
besides, and that if hi:
before dark, he must fii
were not in before dai
Watch and some lantei
nose ciose 10 tne grouri
a rabbit, and he woul<
them. Watch could do
pleasant to think of spe
night all alone by them
and so Billy thought hai
"All holler!" he said.
THE PRESBYTER
i Children
'S POCKETS.
C. Grinstead.
arse and sled.
painted red;
i rubber ball?
:now just what all.
of doors I play
the live-long day;
te and time for tea,
as I can be.
s me on her lap
leek a little slap, \
ler Ducky Lam',
ird, I am.
street I chance to spy
en you bet I fly;
can ruii,
8, "Why, hello, son!"
ind, while I
ockets on the sly,
enough to see
ere for me.
bulge a tiny bit,
II have a fit.
st inside the door,
ip from off the floor,
have you been good
na as you should"?
1 as I can be,"
3 then to agree.
lddy fumbles,
tage tumbles,
inside and see
there for me.
e some, and they
f bit and say
est ducky lam' "?
jird, I am.
THE WOODS.
med Ethel. "We're lost!
reek before."
t!" echoed Ruth. "Oh, I wan
d back!" and she set up a ver
ut it came over him suddenh
)y, and the oldest of the thre<
s little cousins reached cam]
nd the way for them. If the;
rk, then the men would tak
ns. and Watch would out hi
id, just as if he were smellinj
i follow their trails and fin<
that, he knew. But it was no
:nding even a part of the lonj
selves in the big, dark woods
rd.
"One, two, three, now!"
IAN OF THE SOUTH.
| And they shouted?even
I was choked with a sob.
"Now listen," he directed
w They listened, but there
chatter of a squirrel 011 a br
caw!" of the crows, as if
mem.
"Try again," he said.
And again they shouted a
came.
.Ruth began to cry once
quivering and her eyes ful
clearly that if he showed a 1
would be a panic.
"Papa told me," he begai
unconcerned, "that if I eve
must holler first, and then ii
make a 'base' by tying my h
then keep trying different d
right path. But he said I
turning back to the base, a
came hark- "
The others began to look
"Now this,'' he went on,
a bush, "is our base, and whi
lose it. We"ll go off, one ?
and every step or two you r
you can find your way back
see, the underside of the le
so you can see them right a
and then, if you don't find
must follow back and start
for three than for one, beca
other. Now?"
"But we can't do that!" 'e
"Why not?"
"Why, Ruth is too little a
walked a long way, and?a
she'll cry."
That was all very true, a
"She'll have to stay at tl
now?I'll tell you," as there
must sing, good and loud; tl
See, Ruth!" and he explaine
Ruth nodded a grave ap
and then complacently sat
I log.
"I've sing '.Ve Friend of
t "I've heard it in ve Sabba
y Good-bye."
She waved her hand, and
y peared into the undergrowt
e calling now and then, the]
O vnirp r\ f 1 i t f 1 ** TO??4-K ? ? '
r ? wiw wa muv, ivuui, aillglllg I
y
"Vere's a Friend of
Above ve bright 1
A Friend who nevei
Whose love vill
t A 1 _ ~C 1_ n
iy v.uu)jic ui ruus away, rs
? to pet a wider view, but all
were the trees and flowers
parts of the woods; there w
who must have known wh
November 17, 1909.
little Ruth, whose voice
was no answer, only the
anch above and the "Caw,
they were making fun of
nd listened, and no answer
; more; Ethel's chin was
1 of - tears, and Billy saw
noment's weakening, there
1, his voice very even and
r got lost in the woods, I
t nobody answered, I must
andkerchief to a bush, and
irectiohs until I found the
mustn't tro far. and keen
nd to holler every time I
more hopeful,
tying his handkerchief to
atever you do, you mustn't
one way and one another,
nust break over a bush, so
to the handkerchief. You
aves are a different color,
way. Just go a little way,
a path or anything, you
over. It'll be lots easier
use we can holler to each
xclaimed Ethel.
nd she is too tired. We've
nd if we leave her alone,
rul Billy thought again,
ic base," he said. "But?
came a brilliant idea, "she
len we can't lose the place,
d.
proval of the suggestion,
down upon a moss-grown
Little Chil'ren'," she said,
th-school; all ve verses.
as Billy and Ethel disaph,
breaking bushes and
/ heard behind them the
n the lonely woods:
little' chil'ren,
blue sky,
r changes,
never die."
illv climbed iinon a cttimr?
? f
looked unfamiliar. There
that were the same in all
as the calling of the cows,
ere*the camp was, and who