“Peggy Morlinda,” she said, taking dolly from her cradle, “is you all by yourself, too? Isn't it lonesome? Come, I'll put you to sleep.”
Peggy was soon asleep, or supposed to be, though her eyes were still staring.
“Now I will go take one little peek at mamma.” said Alice, starting upstairs, but stopping next step. “No. I won't neiver,” she said bravely. “I won't 'sturb mamma one bit.”
After this the little girl found amusement for awhile at the library window. Next, she went back to the picture books, and read a long story, all made up out of her own head, to Peggy Morlinda, who woke up to listen. But what a long morning it was! She did not enjoy it much, but she made up her mind about one thing—she wouldn't “'sturb mamma.”
At last papa came home and Alice ran to him to be tossed up and down, and they had a fine frolic.
“Have you gotten along nicely with your work?” asked papa of mamma at dinner.
“Very nicely, thank you,” said mamma. “Alice helped me a great deal!”
“Alice!” exclaimed papa, looking as surprised as possible. “Can Alice sew?”
Mamma laughed. “Oh, no, indeed, not yet,” she said, “but she gave me a fine chance to do it. She amused herself all morning and did not ask me to do anything for her, so we got on beautifully with the work in the sewing room.”
“Good girl,” said papa, and Alice looked as happy as she felt. Oh, how glad she was that she had not left those scraps of paper for mamma to pick up! It is always safe to listen to the little inward voice that says, “Do right.”
“Do tell me a story,” “What can I play?” “What shall I do next?” the little folks cry to the grown-ups, and all these things take time to attend to. If the children who are too small to do any work to “help mamma,” would oftener amuse themselves, as Alice did, they would help much more than perhaps they think.—
Written for Dew Drops by Mary Harris
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OUR SKATING RINK
The wind blew shrill, the sky was gray:
“Oh, dear,” sighed Molly, “how it rains!
Let's think of some new game to play,
I'm getting very tired of trains.”
“I know,” said Jack: “it will be fun!”
And seized some pa per, pen and ink;
“Look, look,” cried Susie, “what he's done:
He's written, ‘To the Skating Rink!’”
The children thought it strange of him
To pin it up upon the wall;
“We haven't any skates,” said Jim;
“It isn't any good at all.”
But Jack looked wise. “Oh, yes,” said he,
“I've thought of just the very thing;
These railway trucks do splendidly—
We'll tie them on our feet with string.”
They did, and all began to skate.
But Jack, I fear, was rather rash;
He
would
start off at such a rate
That down he tumbled with a crash!
He wasn't hurt. “I'm quite all right,”
He cried, and scrambled up again;
And on they skated with delight,
Forgetting all about the rain!
—Selected.
WHY BETTY CHANGED HER VIND
By Marie Deacon Hanson
Each day, on her way to school, Betty called for Robbie Porter. There were two reasons why she did this. One was that she had promised Mrs. Porter she