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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14116 ***
+
+DEW DROPS
+
+VOL. 37. NO. 7. WEEKLY.
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
+GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.
+
+FEBRUARY 15, 1914.
+
+
+How Arthur Made Valentines
+
+By MAY G. MOOAR
+
+
+Arthur had a box of paints given him for Christmas, and he had learned
+to color pictures very prettily; so just as he was finishing the dress
+of a gorgeous Japanese lady such a happy thought came to him that he
+nearly spilled some yellow paint all over Miss Matsuki's gay pink
+dress, in his haste to find mother and tell her about it.
+
+"I want to make my valentines all myself this year," he exclaimed
+excitedly as soon as the yellow paint was safely back in the box, "for
+now I can paint. Why can't I paint some valentines, same's Aunt
+Frances did last year?"
+
+"Why, I think you could, dear," mother answered.
+
+"'Course I don't mean I could make quite such lovely flowers as she
+did," Arthur went on, "but I think it would be lots more fun to do it
+myself than to buy them."
+
+"So do I, Arthur," mother said, "and I think if you look through those
+papers in the lower drawer you'll find some pictures to cut out that
+would make pretty valentines. Then you could color them with your
+paints and paste them on a sheet of note paper."
+
+"But, mother, don't valentines have some verses written on them
+besides the pictures? Aunt Frances' did. Where can I get those?"
+
+"Perhaps I could write those for you," mother laughed, "if I tried
+real hard."
+
+"Could you really write verses?" Arthur asked in round-eyed wonder.
+"Then we'll have some lovely valentines, won't we? I'll make one for
+you, and one for father, and Alice and John and Clifton and Barbara
+and oh, lots of folks."
+
+"Well, I guess you better get to work right away, if you've such a lot
+to do," advised mother, "and I had better begin on the poetry."
+
+It was fun to find the pictures, for there were such a lot to select
+from, and by supper time Arthur had a nice pile all ready to paint
+next morning.
+
+Two days before Valentine's day they were all done--prettily colored
+and pasted on note paper with a little verse that mother had written,
+printed in Arthur's very best writing.
+
+[Illustration: _Arthur decorates the valentines with his new paints
+while mother writes the verses_.]
+
+"Aren't they bee-u-ti-ful," he exclaimed as he laid them in a row on
+the dining-room table.
+
+"They are very nice, dear," mother said, "and which do you think are
+the prettiest ones?"
+
+Arthur looked a long time at the row of little valentines and then he
+said, "These two." One had a little curly-haired child carrying a big
+bunch of flowers in her hand, and the verse read:
+
+    "This bunch of roses I'm bringing,
+      Is a valentine for you,
+    To show that in storm or in sunshine
+      My love is always true."
+
+And the other valentine had a picture of two little boys carrying a
+big basket between them, and this was the little verse:
+
+    "What do you s'pose our basket holds?
+      Give guess one and two.
+    You'll never think, so I must tell:
+      It's full of love for you."
+
+"And to whom are you going to give the two prettiest ones?" asked
+mother.
+
+An earnest look came into Arthur's eyes.
+
+"I fought I'd send the little-girl one to that lame boy at the corner.
+I don't know him very well, but he looks kind of lonely, you said,
+mother. Don't you s'pose he'd like it?"
+
+Mother nodded. "And who is to have the other?"
+
+A little hand stole into mother's, and two brown eyes full of love
+were lifted to mother's face.
+
+"That is for you," he said.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+"BOB'S LOST HIS TEMPER."
+
+Uncle Will, visiting in the family, heard this remark quite often. One
+day he said to Bob:
+
+"I think it rather a fortunate loss, don't you?"
+
+"What?" asked Bob, in surprise. "It wasn't a very good one, you know.
+If I were you I'd try to get a better one, and then never lose it."
+
+Good advice for Bob.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+GOING ALONE.
+
+
+"I'm afraid will have to go alone this morning, Harlis," said mamma.
+"My head is getting worse instead of better. You think it will be all
+right for Harlis to go, don't you, papa?"
+
+Mrs. Wentworth looked up inquiringly into the face of a tall man who
+had just entered the room.
+
+"Certainly. He is big enough, and knows the way. Why not let him go?"
+her husband answered.
+
+Harlis was quite proud to hear that opinion, and adopting something of
+his papa's emphatic tone, he said, "Of course, I'm big enough, mamma.
+Willie Nelson goes every single Sunday alone, and he isn't only two
+weeks older than I am. You needn't worry a bit. I'll take Esther, too,
+if you want me to. I'll take care of her."
+
+Mamma smiled a little as she answered, "No, dear, I thank you just the
+same, but Annie will take care of Esther this morning. If I let you go
+alone, you must promise to go straight to Sunday-school."
+
+"Yes, mamma," answered Harlis, very willingly.
+
+Proudly he walked down the street. He felt sure everyone was noticing
+him. One of the newsboys ran past him and shouted, "Hello, little
+chap!" and grinned.
+
+Mamma had said, "Be a good boy, Harlis," before he left home. He
+couldn't help feeling how foolish it was for her always to say that,
+but he excused her with the thought that it was probably mamma-like to
+be a little anxious and worried about such things.
+
+"Harlis! Harlis!"
+
+Harlis was just entering one of the chief business streets through
+which he had to pass to reach the church. He turned and saw Willie
+Nelson running as fast as his little legs could carry him to catch up.
+
+"All alone?" Willie asked.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"So'm I. My mamma can't come to Sunday-school. She makes me go,
+though. I don't care much. Let's go this way."
+
+"No. I can't. Mamma said for me to go just the same way I always did.
+I promised."
+
+"Did you? My, I go the way I want to. This is just as good as any," he
+added cheerfully. "Let's look in here. Ain't that fine?"
+
+It was a display in the candy shop they were looking at. Across the
+window, hung from the gas jet by ribbons, was a huge candy cane.
+
+"See that," said Willie, pulling out from his pocket a five-cent
+piece. "Know what I am going to do with it?"
+
+"Take it to Miss Beatrice for the poor little girl she told about."
+
+"No, sir. Going to get some candy. Five cents don't get much, though.
+Not the best kind. That costs money."
+
+Harlis put his hand in his pocket and quickly pulled it out. But the
+action did not escape Willis' sharp eyes.
+
+"You got any?" he asked.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Let's see. Oh, a nickel! Thought maybe it was just a penny. What a
+lot ten cents would get. What kind do you like best?"
+
+"I like chocolate best."
+
+"Do you? Why, so do I. Say we get some?"
+
+"I don't believe mamma would like it. She said we mustn't buy things
+on Sunday."
+
+"She'll never know. That's nothing bad, either."
+
+When the collection basket was passed around, Harlis looked almost
+ready to cry. "Did you forget your money?" said Miss Beatrice,
+pleasantly. Harlis so seldom came without it that it was noticeable.
+
+"Yes'm," answered the little boy, almost without thinking what he was
+saying. He was so uncomfortable, and Willie was making eyes at him.
+
+"Never mind, bring it next Sunday," said Miss Beatrice, noticing the
+flushed face and telltale eyes, and not understanding quite what it
+meant.
+
+If mamma had not been sick, the trouble would surely have come out
+earlier, because mamma would have seen in a minute that something was
+wrong. After the late dinner, there was nothing to do but cuddle up in
+the corner of the sofa with his books. Just as it was growing dark,
+papa came down from the sick room. He found Harlis with his head
+buried in the sofa cushion.
+
+"What's the matter?" said papa briskly, picking up his little boy.
+"Lonesome? Too bad! Thought you went to Aunt Lucy's with Esther."
+
+"I didn't want to," said Harlis, breaking out in big, shaking sobs.
+
+Papa knew something was wrong, then, and by degrees the story came
+out.
+
+Papa said very little, for he seemed to understand the real suffering
+Harlis had already gone through because of his wrongdoings.
+
+"But the nickel was mine," said Harlis, as he and mamma were talking
+it over.
+
+"Was it?" said mamma. "What did I give it to you for?"
+
+"For the poor little girl."
+
+"You can put it back, but you must earn it," she said.
+
+"Oh, I will! I will!" Harlis was only too glad to do this. "And I'll
+never do so again, mamma."
+
+And his mamma felt sure he never would.
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Florence Maule._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE LIGHT OF A SMILE.
+
+
+    If it drizzles and pours,
+      Is there any reason
+    The weather indoors
+      Should be dull, like the season?
+    There is something makes bright
+      The cloudiest places;
+    Can you guess? 'Tis the light
+      Of the smiles on your faces.
+                       --_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Mother's Valentines
+
+By Elizabeth P. Allan
+
+
+"Davie boy, I wish you would get up early to-morrow morning," said
+Mrs. Forbes; "I want your help in sending out some valentines."
+
+Davie opened his sleepy eyes wide. "Why, mother," he said, "I did not
+know that _you_ were in the valentine business!"
+
+"There hasn't been a fourteenth of February since I can remember,"
+answered his mother smiling, "that I haven't sent out at least one
+valentine. Do you know what Valentine Day means, Davie?"
+
+"It means sending funny pictures to the other fellows," grinned Davie.
+
+"First of all, it means a Love Day," said Mrs. Forbes, "and valentines
+are supposed to be sweethearts' love letters. But I don't see why
+sweethearts should have a corner on love, do you, Davie?"
+
+[Illustration: _Davie helps mother deliver a new kind of valentine._]
+
+"What sort of valentines do you send, mother?" asked the little boy.
+His curiosity had waked him up and made him forget that the hands of
+the clock had left his bedtime far behind.
+
+"My valentines used to be made of little pictures cut out and pasted
+on a card or a piece of note paper, when I was no older than you,"
+said Davie's mother; "and my mother used to write on them in her fine,
+copy-book hand, little verses like this:
+
+    "'The rose is red,
+    The violet's blue,
+    Sugar's sweet,
+    And so are you!'"
+
+Davie laughed aloud at the idea of his mother ever having been such a
+little girl.
+
+"And then, when I was in my teens," she went on, "I saved my dimes and
+bought fine valentines made of silver paper cut into hearts and
+cupids, with what I thought beautiful 'poetry' printed on them."
+
+"And what are your valentines like now?" asked Davie.
+
+"You'll find them rather heavy, I'm afraid," said his mother merrily;
+"you see, Davie, I have found out that Love has something else to do
+besides playing with silver hearts and cupids, though that's all right
+too. There are some poor and tired and lonely people in the world who
+don't want you to give them money, or to offer them help on most days
+of the year; it hurts their feelings. But on love-days, like
+Christmas, and Thanksgiving, and Valentine's Day, you can give them a
+love gift, and they are pleased. I have some like that for you to
+carry around to-morrow."
+
+When Davie came downstairs early the next morning, he brought with
+him one of his cherished "Peter Rabbit" books. "Mother," he said, "I
+want to begin to keep Valentine Day like you do."
+
+So "Peter Rabbit" found himself tucked in Mrs. Tobin's bundle for Jack
+Tobin, who had never had that sort of valentine, or indeed any sort,
+in his life. And it was queer how all day long the thought of that new
+sort of valentine he had sent out made Davie smile to himself!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+VALENTINES.
+
+
+    The wind was blowing down our street,
+      And it was snowing some;
+    But I watched from the chilly porch
+      To see the postman come.
+
+    Across the street to Elsie's door;
+      And then I meant to run
+    Before she got the valentine--
+      I knew that she'd get one.
+
+    I knew it would be beautiful,
+      With lace and hearts and things,
+    And pretty verses on the leaves,
+      And tied with ribbon strings.
+
+    I knew the verses all by heart;
+      I knew the bows were pink;
+    The hearts were gold; the lace was white--
+      Oh, what would Elsie think!
+
+    I saw the postman come at last,
+      And Elsie at the door;
+    She got a valentine, sure 'nough--
+      I knew she would before.
+
+    And then I hid inside our hall;
+      And, when his whistle blew,
+    The postman called: "Hello! hello!--
+      A valentine for you!"
+
+    Sure 'nough, I got a valentine,
+      With lace and hearts and things,
+    And pretty verses on the leaves,
+      And tied with ribbon strings.
+
+    And I have wondered, ever since,
+      And guessed if Elsie knew
+    For sure I'd get a valentine,
+      Before the postman blew,
+
+    Just like I knew that she'd get one
+      And knew her verses, too.
+    I never s'posed that I'd get one--
+      Do you guess Elsie knew?
+    --_Written for Dew Drops by Ellen D. Masters_.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+A TREE TALK.
+
+
+What a wonderful thing a tree is! A live thing, a useful thing, a
+beautiful thing, and so common that we scarcely think of it as a
+wonder at all.
+
+Think of the great families of trees, the maple, the beech, the birch,
+the hemlock, the spruce, the oak, and so on and on and on. So many
+alike, and yet each one different. What a world of wonders!
+
+In the human family there are oddities, you know, and so in the tree
+family.
+
+There is the whistling tree, for instance. It grows in the West India
+Islands. It bears pods with open edges, and the wind passing through
+them makes the whistling sound which gives the tree its name.
+
+Then there is the cow tree, which yields a delicious creamy milk. This
+tree grows in South America, and often looks like a dead tree, but if
+it is tapped the milk will flow out freely. Sunrise is "milking time,"
+when the natives come with their jugs and fill them with the sweet,
+nourishing fluid.--_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+TWENTY VALENTINES
+
+By Marion Mallette Thornton
+
+
+"Oh," said Millicent, watching the postman's blue coat up the street.
+"I wish he would come here day after to-morrow and bring me twenty
+valentines!"
+
+"Will he, Mitty?" Jimmy-Boy asked eagerly.
+
+Millicent shook her head. "'Course not, Jimmy-Boy. I know only six
+little girls; I couldn't get but six."
+
+Aunt Sara was listening. She was Millicent's very prettiest auntie
+from the city, and she nearly always found a way to help.
+
+"How would you like to _send_ twenty valentines?" she asked.
+
+Millicent laughed. "Why, auntie, I couldn't send but six, either. I
+don't know any more girls. Besides, I haven't any more valentines."
+
+"Suppose I should show you how to make twenty valentines, and find
+twenty little girls to send them to; would you like, to do it?"
+
+Millicent came running from the window with Jimmy-Boy close behind
+her.
+
+"I'd love to, auntie! Please show me right away."
+
+"Love to, auntie, right away," echoed Jimmy-Boy.
+
+"You can help," Aunt Sara promised. "You can bring the mucilage while
+Millicent gets the scissors."
+
+When they came back with these, Aunt Sara had a pile of gay pictures
+on the table, and some sheets of thick white paper.
+
+"We will cut this into hearts," she said, "and you can cut out these
+birds and flowers and paste them on. Let's see which can make the
+neatest and prettiest ones."
+
+Jimmy-Boy had to be helped a little in cutting out pictures, but he
+had learned to paste neatly at kindergarten, and his valentines were
+so pretty it was hard for Aunt Sara to choose between his and
+Millicent's.
+
+It was such fun making them that Millicent almost forgot about the
+twenty little girls they were to go to.
+
+[Illustration: "_Let's see who can make the neatest and prettiest
+ones_."]
+
+"Who are they, auntie?" she asked when she remembered. "Where do they
+live?"
+
+"Away down in the city," Aunt Sara explained. "Each one in a little
+white bed in a Children's Hospital. I don't know their names, but I'll
+send them to the superintendent, and they will get them safely on
+Valentine's Day. You can't think how happy they will be."
+
+"Oh, I just like to try to think!" cried Millicent. "I'm glad we made
+them so nice."
+
+The twenty valentines went off in their white envelopes the next
+morning.
+
+On Valentine's Day the postman brought Milly six from the six little
+girls and two from Jimmy-Boy and Aunt Sara. They were lovely, and
+there were some for Jimmy-Boy, but they did not please the children
+nearly as much as a letter that came a week later.
+
+It was from the hospital superintendent and said: "I wish you could
+have seen my dear little sick girls smile when they saw their pretty
+valentines. They looked at them all day and slept with them under
+their pillows at night. One tiny girl kept hers in her hand. They all
+send a big 'Thank-you' to Millicent and Jimmy-Boy."
+
+"Next year we'll begin sooner and make forty," Millicent decided;
+"it's lots more fun than getting them, isn't it, Jimmy-Boy?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HAROLD'S SHETLAND PONY.
+
+
+On Harold's birthday Uncle George gave him a Shetland pony.
+
+I never saw anyone so surprised as Harold was. He thanked his uncle so
+many times that I thought Uncle George would be all tired out saying,
+"You're welcome."
+
+The week of the Flower Festival here in Santa Barbara, where we live,
+Harold drove his pony in the parade.
+
+The carriage was all covered with pink roses. There were roses all
+over the canopy top, and all over the dashboard, and along the sides,
+and up the back, and on the seat where Harold sat. And the pony had a
+collar of roses, and the roses were wreathed in the harness and wound
+in the wheels.
+
+Harold enjoyed the parade very much, but he never thought of taking a
+prize till the money was sent to him. He was as pleased as could be.
+
+"What will you buy with the money, Harold?" I asked.
+
+"Well, you see," said Harold, "the money doesn't really belong to me.
+It belongs to the Shetland pony, and I would like to talk about what
+would be the nicest thing to do for the pony."
+
+So we all talked about it and decided that the nicest thing we could
+do for the pony would be to put a big screen window in the front of
+his stall, so he would not be troubled with flies.--_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FLO'S VALENTINE
+
+
+    "I wonder where I'd better send
+      This valentine." said Flo;
+    "It's pretty, and my dearest friend
+      Would like it much, I know.
+
+    "My dearest friend is Nelly May;
+      She'll have a lot, I s'pose;
+    She always does, for she's a girl
+      'Most everybody knows.
+
+    "I want to send it awful bad
+      To Nelly May, for she
+    Will likely send her loveliest one
+      To her dear friend--that's me.
+
+    "But there is little Molly Jones--
+      She said, the other day.
+    She'd never had a valentine
+      In all her life; now say,
+
+    "I've half a mind to send her this;
+      'Twill s'prise her so, you see.
+    That won't be selfish, for I know
+      She'll not send one to me.
+
+    "And Nelly May won't miss it, for
+      She'll have so many; so
+    I'll start right off and mail it now
+      As quick as I can go."
+    --_Written for Dew Drops by Helen M. Richardson_.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HOW BLANCA SAVED THE KITTENS.
+
+
+Blanca was a pretty fox terrier who lived on the fourth floor of a big
+apartment house, and the four kittens were her adopted family. For
+when the kittens' mother died and left them wee, helpless babies,
+Blanca at once proved the kindness of her heart by taking and caring
+for them as if they had been her very own.
+
+One day a great danger came to Blanca and her family, as well as to
+everyone else in the building. A blue mist began to drift through the
+halls, there was the smell of smoke, then someone cried "Fire!" and
+the people in the different flats rushed out of their rooms in a
+panic.
+
+Quickly a big, shiny, brass fire engine rattled up, followed by the
+hose cart, and the wagon loaded with long ladders if they should be
+needed. The firemen rushed in, dragging lengths of hose, the smoke
+grew thicker and the confusion worse.
+
+Some of the people were so frightened that they did not know what they
+were doing. But there was one who did not lose her presence of mind,
+and that was the little dog. When the first alarm was given, Blanca
+ran down to see what it all meant. But she was not satisfied to be
+safe herself, and leave her foster babies in danger. Up she went
+again, up the stairways filled with firemen and excited tenants to the
+top floor, and down she came jumping over hose pipe, dodging between
+firemen's legs, with a kitten in her mouth.
+
+This she carried out and laid down where it would be safe, then
+started back again through smoke and flame and heat. Four times she
+made the trip to the top floor, and each time she came back with a
+kitten in her mouth. Nor did she rest till they were all out of
+danger.
+
+All the people who had watched the little dog said how brave she was.
+And so we all say. But what made Blanca brave was because she thought
+of the kittens instead of herself.--_Written for Dew Drops by Adele E.
+Thompson_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Learn to treat everybody with respect and consideration.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A good friend is worth trying to keep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OUR LESSON--For Feb. 15.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Title.--Christ's Hatred of Shams.--Luke 11:37-54.
+
+Golden Text.--Be not deceived; God is not mocked--Gal. 6:7.
+
+_Beginners Golden Text_.--_The day is thine, the night also is
+thine_.--Ps. 74:16.
+
+Truth.--God looketh upon the heart.
+
+1. One day when Jesus was teaching the people a Pharisee invited him
+to dine with him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. Jesus went with him, for he hoped to be able to teach him how to
+truly love and serve God.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+3. The Pharisee was surprised that Jesus sat down to the table to eat
+without first washing his hands.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. Jesus told him that it was true that the Pharisees made much of
+washing their hands but that their hearts were far from clean.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+5. Jesus told him that God made the soul as well as the body and
+wanted the soul kept clean and pure.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+6. They loved to be thought great and good but were selfish and
+unkind.
+
+7. When they prayed or gave alms to the poor it was to be seen and
+praised by others.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+8. Jesus also blamed those who made life hard for others and made
+things easy for themselves.
+
+9. God looks into our hearts and sees what we really are.
+
+10. It is useless for us to try to deceive God.
+
+11. He knows all the time if we have wicked, selfish, impure hearts,
+no matter how hard we try to seem good.
+
+12. To please God we must have pure hearts and live pure, true, loving
+lives.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. Who invited Jesus to dine with him?
+
+2. What did Jesus hope to be able to teach him?
+
+3. At what was the Pharisee surprised?
+
+4. What did Jesus tell him about the hearts of the Pharisees?
+
+5. What did Jesus tell him about the body and soul?
+
+6. Although they loved to be thought great and good, what were they?
+
+7. Why did they pray and give alms to the poor?
+
+8. Whom did Jesus also blame?
+
+9. When God looks into our hearts what does he see?
+
+10. What is it useless for us to try to do?
+
+11. What does he know?
+
+12. What must we do to please God?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+    We should all be very sure
+    That our hearts are good and pure;
+    Jesus knows if we are true,
+    He knows all we say or do.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for Feb. 22.
+
+Faith Destroying Fear.--Luke 12: 1-12.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for Feb. 22.
+
+Every one who shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of man
+also confess before the angels of God.--Luke 12:8.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for Feb. 22.
+
+_He careth for you_.--1 Peter 5:7.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Advice to Boys and Girls
+
+
+Freddy's Way.
+
+
+When the clock struck eleven, Freddy turned from the window where he
+had been watching for nearly an hour and he said: "Guess Dan has
+forgotten to come for me. I think I'd better write a letter to
+mother." His aunt, whom he was visiting, answered:
+
+"That will be a sensible thing to do, dear."
+
+Freddy worked very hard on his letter. When it was finished, he said:
+"It doesn't look as nice as it might, but I guess mother will know I
+tried to do my best." His aunt replied:
+
+"I'm sure she will, anyway, the main thing was to keep your promise
+and write to her."
+
+Presently, Freddy took his cap and went outdoors to find amusement for
+himself; it was a beautiful warm day, just the kind when a boy loves
+to go swimming, and he thought longingly of the river. But his aunt
+did not wish him to go alone, and for some reason Dan had failed to
+call for him. The next-door neighbor was mowing his lawn and Freddy
+asked: "Need any help?" The man answered:
+
+"Sure, I was just wishing for a boy to rake the grass."
+
+Freddy set about his work whistling and the neighbor never guessed
+that his small helper had had a disappointment that morning. It was
+Freddy's happy way when he could not do one thing to find another and
+do that cheerily.--_Written for Dew Drops by Marie Deacon Hanson_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A Good Rule.
+
+
+    We have the wisest teacher, and she has
+      given this rule
+    That helps us in our lessons--you can use
+      it in your school.
+    Always add a smile or two when things
+      are going wrong,
+    Subtract the frowns that try to come
+      when lessons seem too long,
+    Then multiply your efforts when the
+      figures won't come right,
+    Divide your pleasures day by day with
+      every one in sight
+    Now if you always use this rule you'll
+      have a happy day,
+    For lessons then are easy, and the hours
+      fly away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail
+Matter.]
+
+Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents
+per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 7, February
+15, 1914, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14116 ***