One Cure
A LITTLE girl came to her mother near lunch-time with a stomach-ache.
"Perhaps your stomach aches," her mother said, "because it's empty—we'll put something in it, and then it will be all right."
The next day her father, who is a lawyer and has Congressional aspirations, came home with a hard headache. The small daughter came and stood near his chair. Looking into his face with sympathy, she said:
"Maybe your head aches because it is empty. You better put something in it and then it will feel all right."
A. L. McD.
Confusing
HAROLD is the only child of a father whose name is Howard, and the two names, so dear to the mother, are very often on her lips.
When Harold was four and a half he expressed a desire to learn the "big prayer" to say at night instead of the childish "Now I lay me," His mother taught it to him, and after he had been saying it, as she thought, perfectly for several months, he said one night, as she was leaving the room:
"Mamma, I'm not sure I say that prayer just right. Is it Howard be Thy name, or Harold be Thy name?" M. M. B.
The Rainy Day
MY mother punished me to-day:
I told a fib, that's why:
A real one—and I don't know how.
Nurse said it was a lie.
It seemed to pop right in my head.
And out before I knew it,
And Grandma said, "Don't punish him
He didn't mean to do it."
And then my mother said, "Oh no,
My dearest boy is not
Too small to always tell the truth,—
I'm sorry he forgot."
She only put me in a chair,
And tied my hands, and sighed;
I didn't care—until she kneeled
Beside the chair and cried.
L. M. S.
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The Robin's Enterprise—A Fable
A ROBIN found three cherries of a golden hue and fine.
"I'll start a pawn-shop here," said he, "and use them for my sign.
The first day ate he one of them, the next another followed,
The third his venture ended when the last one he had swallowed.
"I did not do so badly, after all, forsooth!" said he;
"My enterprise for three whole days and nights supported me."
Now from this simple tale we may this lesson well recall:
'Tis better far to play a trade than not to work at all.
