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10 | For the 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