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diff --git a/14138-h/14138-h.htm b/14138-h/14138-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..421260b --- /dev/null +++ b/14138-h/14138-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,655 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> + <head> + <meta name="generator" + content="HTML Tidy for Linux/x86 (vers 1st November 2002), see www.w3.org" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8" /> + <title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 18.</title> + <style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ +<!-- + P { margin-top: .75em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; + } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + } + HR { width: 33%; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; + } + BODY{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + } + .linenum {position: absolute; top: auto; left: 4%;} /* poetry number */ + .note {margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em;} /* footnote */ + .blkquot {margin-left: 4em; margin-right: 4em;} /* block indent */ + .pagenum {position: absolute; left: 92%; font-size: smaller; text-align: right;} /* page numbers */ + .sidenote {width: 20%; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 1em; font-size: smaller; float: right; clear: right;} + .poem {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; text-align: left;} + .poem br {display: none;} + .poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} + .poem span {display: block; margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} + .poem span.i2 {display: block; margin-left: 2em;} + .poem span.i4 {display: block; margin-left: 4em;} + .poem .caesura {vertical-align: -200%;} + // --> + /* XML end ]]>*/ + </style> + </head> + <body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14138 ***</div> + + <center> + <img src='images/illus01.jpg' width='770' height='151' alt='DEW DROPS' /> + </center> + <br /> + <center> + <b>VOL. 37. No. 18. WEEKLY.<br /> + DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br /> + GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.<br /> + MAY 3, 1914.</b> + </center> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> + + <center> + <img src='images/illus02.jpg' width='600' height='121' + alt='THE SINGING HEART By ELIZABETH NOYES' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>It was a warm May afternoon: all the little flowers were stretching up their heads + to catch the rain that was falling patter-spatter everywhere. Francis stood by the + window pouting. He had been playing lovely games outside, and now the rain had + spoiled his fun.</p> + <p>Mother was at her sewing machine. She felt sorry for Francis, he was such a little + boy and he had no playmates, but she was too busy to invent games for him. But he + began to make up one for himself. He came and stood by the machine and hummed as it + hummed, louder and louder. Then the humming almost died away, as mother ran the wheel + slower.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus03.jpg' width='350' height='439' + alt='Mother was at her sewing machine.' /> + </center> + <center> + <b>Mother was at her sewing machine.</b> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>"Oh, dear." Francis said. "I want something to do." Just then he heard a robin + singing in the rain. He tried to sing with the bird, as he had hummed with the + machine, and was surprised that he couldn't.</p> + <p>"Why can't I, mamma?" he asked.</p> + <p>"Because you are Francis, and the robin is robin, I suspect," said mother, + laughing. "You can do many things that the robin can't, you know."</p> + <p>Francis threw himself down on the sofa and watched the bird as it swung back and + forth in the apple tree, and by and by he dropped asleep. When he woke up he ran to + the window to find the robin.</p> + <p>"Oh, he's gone," he said, very disappointed. "Did you hear what he told me, + mamma?"</p> + <p>Mother shook her head.</p> + <p>"Why, he said to me that little boys can't sing with their lips as sweetly as + birds can, but they can sing with their hearts: are you sure you didn't hear him, + mother?"</p> + <p>"I'm sure as sure," said mother. "But I know that's what you heard him say in your + dream for it's true as can be."</p> + <p>"What did he mean, mother?"</p> + <p>"He meant that in spite of rain, little boys can be happy, just as the birds are, + and can carry smiling faces to show they have singing hearts."</p> + <p>Francis laughed happily. "I'll try to have a singing heart. Oh, the sun's out, and + I'm going out to find the robin."</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>THREADING NEEDLES.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>Mrs. Sargent's sunny sitting room was a very busy place that Wednesday + afternoon.</p> + <p>Four long sticks with their corners fastened together by wooden pegs, and placed + on the backs of chairs, made a large frame in the center of the apartment. On this + frame there were basted, first, some strips of pale blue cheesecloth sewed together, + then cotton wadding was arranged evenly over this, and over all another large square + of cheesecloth of dainty pink, was placed.</p> + <p>Now, I dare say that all you little readers know what this meant. It was a + quilting-frame, of course, and the half-dozen ladies gathered around it were busily + engaged in tying a comfortable; and, more-over, that same comfortable was to be sent + to a good missionary out on our Western frontier.</p> + <p>There was a big box of other things to be sent, too—but never mind about + them now; it is the pink and blue comfortable in which we are most interested.</p> + <p>Little Ruth Sargent was also interested in it. She wished that she were tall + enough and nimble enough with her fingers to help fasten the pretty little tufts of + white Saxony yarn that tied the comfortable. The work must be very pleasant to do, + for the ladies seemed so happy.</p> + <p>How nice it was to think of making a sensible gift like that, to keep the dear + missionary lady warm during the long, cold winter nights in far North Dakota!</p> + <p>Presently, a round, fluffy, white something tumbled off the quilting-frame and + rolled along on the carpet beneath.</p> + <p>"Oh, there goes my ball of Saxony!" exclaimed Mrs. Dalton. "I was trying to thread + my needle—my eyes aren't as good as they used to be—and the yarn slipped + out of my hand."</p> + <p>Now, Mrs. Sargent didn't have to tell her daughter to pick up the worsted ball, + for Ruth was a polite little thing, and the ball had hardly ceased rolling, before + she had scrambled under the quilting-frame and picked it up. Then she thought of + another polite thing to do.</p> + <p>"Please let me thread your needle, Mrs. Dalton," she said sweetly.</p> + <p>"Oh, thank you, deary, that will be such a help!" the lady replied.</p> + <p>"My! my!" laughed the other ladies. "Now, Mrs. Dalton, you will beat us all in + tying, for you've got a fine assistant!"</p> + <p>"Why, I can thread all the needles," Ruth said, her eyes shining. And so she did. + Needle after needle was threaded with the white yarn, and it really was surprising to + see how much faster the ladies could work. It wasn't long before all the surface of + the comfortable was filled with rows of neat, white tufts and was ready to be ripped + from the frame and have its edges finished with herringbone stitches.</p> + <p>And Ruth felt very happy, for though she was only seven years old, she had helped + in the making of the pretty comfortable for the dear missionary lady away out in + Dakota.</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Mary E.Q. Brush</i>.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>THE SANDMAN.</h3> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The Sandman comes at set of sun,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Just when the happy day is done,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And when the quiet night's begun.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>You hear him softly, softly creep,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And if you turn around to peep</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>He throws the sand that makes you + sleep!</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But don't be frightened—he is + kind:</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>His sand will never make you blind,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But only close your eyes, you'll find.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>He's like a dear and gentle friend:</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>His pleasant task it is to send</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Sweet dreams to follow playtime's end.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I've stayed up late, and tried to see</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The Sandman passing close to me—</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I've been as still as still could be.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But he is quicker than a wink!</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>He didn't give me time to think,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But made me yawn and stretch and + blink.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>He buried me so deep in sand</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I dropped right into + Slumberland—</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Though <i>how</i> I cannot understand!</span><br /> + + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Rose Ralph.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus04.jpg' width='450' height='166' + alt='The Eastern Mail By MAY G. MOOAR' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>For a long time Teddy had wanted a cart, and when his seventh birthday came, there + by the back door stood the "Eastern Mail" with a birthday letter from grandpa on the + seat:</p> + <p>"Dear Teddy," it said, "I know you've wanted a cart for a long time so I hope you + will like my birthday present. Have a good time with it, and give somebody else a + good time with it, too."</p> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Your loving,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Grandpa."</span><br /> + + <p>Teddy played nearly all day with his new present, and for a week he cared for very + little else. One day he raced up the walk, dragging his cart behind him, and dropped + down on the piazza steps near where mother was sitting.</p> + <p>"That's a dandy cart, mother," he exclaimed. "Jack Hoyt says it's the best one on + the street. It's awfully strong, and it can go just as fast as anything. I tell you + grandpa got a great bargain when he got the Eastern Mail."</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus05.jpg' width='400' height='375' + alt='Teddy played nearly every day with his cart.' /> + </center> + <center> + <b>Teddy played nearly every day with his cart.</b> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>"Then you're doing just what grandpa wrote you to do with the cart?" mother + asked.</p> + <p>"What's that? Have a good time with it?" Teddy answered. "I guess I am. I just + wish grandpa could see how many miles that cart goes a day."</p> + <p>"But grandpa wanted you to do something else with it, too," mother added. "Do you + remember about that?"</p> + <p>"No, I don't," Teddy replied slowly. Then after a minute's thought he exclaimed, + "Oh! He said to give somebody else a good time, too, didn't he, mother?"</p> + <p>Mother nodded.</p> + <p>"But I don't see how I can give anybody else a good time with it except Mary and + Ned, for all the boys have either a cart or a bicycle or something, so they don't + care about playing with mine."</p> + <p>"Well, dear, keep watch and see what else you can do. There may be some chances to + make somebody else happy. Will you take this jelly over to old Mrs. Atwood, now? + She's been sick again."</p> + <p>Teddy started off with the jelly, and in half an hour he came rushing back with + his face beaming.</p> + <p>"Oh, mother," he called. "Mrs. Atwood says that Mrs. Carter will give her a stove + for her sitting room, but she thinks it's going to cost a lot to get it moved. It's + only a little one, and do you s'pose I could take it over from Mrs. Carter's in my + cart?"</p> + <p>"I'm sure you could, if it's not very big," mother answered heartily. "I guess + Mrs. Carter's son would lift it in for you, and we could find some man to get it out + at Mrs. Atwood's."</p> + <p>Teddy ran to the cellar for the Eastern Mail and in a few minutes it was rattling + down the street towards Mrs. Carter's.</p> + <p>"I've come to move that stove over to Mrs. Atwood's," he explained politely, when + Mrs. Carter opened the door.</p> + <p>"Do you think it will go in your cart?" the lady asked in surprise. "Wait just a + minute, and I'll get my son to see if he thinks it can go in that way."</p> + <p>Rob Carter was as sure as Teddy himself, and in a little while the stove was + aboard, and Teddy was carefully drawing the Eastern Mail to Mrs. Atwood's, and Rob + Carter went along to steady the stove and lift it out when they got there.</p> + <p>"I can't thank you enough," Mrs. Atwood said when the stove was in place. "It's + helped me a lot to get the stove brought over."</p> + <p>And as the Eastern Mail turned toward home she slipped a couple of lovely cookies + into its owner's hand.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>She sat up in bed. The curtain was drawn up and she saw the moon, and it looked as + if it were laughing at her.</p> + <p>"You need not look at me, moon," she said. "You don't know about it; you can't see + in the daytime. Besides, I am going to sleep."</p> + <p>She lay down and tried to go to sleep. Her clock on the mantel went "tick-tock, + tick-tock." She generally liked to hear it, but to-night it sounded just as if it + said, "I know, I know, I know."</p> + <p>"You don't know, either," said Minnie, opening her eyes wide. "You weren't there, + you old thing! You were upstairs."</p> + <p>Her loud noise awoke the parrot. He took his head from under his wing and cried + out, "Polly did!"</p> + <p>"That's a wicked story, you naughty bird," said Minnie. "You were in grandma's + room; so now!"</p> + <p>Then Minnie tried to go to sleep again. She lay down and counted white sheep, just + as grandma said she did when she couldn't sleep. But there was a big lump in her + throat. "Oh, I wish I hadn't!"</p> + <p>Pretty soon there came a very soft patter of four little feet, and her pussy + jumped upon the bed, kissed Minnie's cheek, and then began to "pur-r-r-r, pur-r-r." + It was very queer, but that, too, sounded as if pussy said, "I know, I know."</p> + <p>"Yes, you do know, kitty," said Minnie, and then she threw her arms around kitty's + neck and cried bitterly. "And—I guess—I + want—to—see—my—mamma!"</p> + <p>Mamma opened her eyes when she saw the little weeping girl coming, and then Minnie + told her the miserable story.</p> + <p>"I was awfully naughty, mamma, but I did want the custard pie so bad, and so I ate + it up, 'most a whole pie, and then—I—I—I—Oh, I don't want to + tell, but I 'spect I must; I shut kitty in the pantry to make you think she did it. + But I'm truly sorry, mamma."</p> + <p>Then mamma told Minnie that she had known all about it. But she had hoped that the + little daughter would be brave enough to tell her all about it herself.</p> + <p>"But mamma," she asked, "how did you know it wasn't kitty?"</p> + <p>"Because kitty would never have left a spoon in the pie," replied mamma, + smiling.</p> + <p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>HOW ROBBIE HELPED.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>Little Robbie Denham was a good boy, though very active and full of play.</p> + <p>Aunt Abbie Peyton had been spending a few days with the Denhams, and one afternoon + as she sat talking with Robbie, she said:</p> + <p>"Do you do something to help someone each day, Robbie?"</p> + <p>Robbie laid Nab, the kitten, down and sat in deep thought for a moment, after + which he answered:</p> + <p>"I pick up kindlings for mamma and run errands for her. Is that what you mean, + Aunt Abbie?"</p> + <p>"It is a part of what I mean. You should be very kind and helpful to the dear ones + at home. But I was hoping you could find some way to help someone outside of your own + home. Of course, you are a little boy, but you can do some small thing for an aged or + helpless one."</p> + <p>"I don't know of anything now, auntie; but I'll keep on the watch to see."</p> + <p>"That is right. We should be on the lookout to see what work there is for as to + do."</p> + <p>The next morning as Robbie was having a fine run with his dog Rover, he saw Granny + Dorn, who was lame, hobbling along to get her cow, which had gone down the lane to + eat grass.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus06.jpg' width='450' height='395' + alt='Robbie was playing with Rover.' /> + </center> + <center> + <b>Robbie was playing with Rover.</b> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>"I could do that kind of work for granny," said Robbie, "but it's such a pretty + morning, and Rover does play so nice!" Then he walked along slowly for a moment, + until a bright thought came to him. "Why, I can run with Rover after the cow, and + come back slower, so as to be rested for another run." Away he went until he overtook + granny, and said:</p> + <p>"I'll get your cow every night and morning, if you wish. Just see how fast I can + go! But I'll be careful and not run the cow, 'cause my papa says they will not give + so much milk if you do."</p> + <p>"That is a good boy," said the old woman. "I'm going to bake some seed-cakes, + to-day, and I'll give you a couple."</p> + <p>"But I do not ask anything. I just wanted to help you a little. Auntie Peyton told + me to try to do something to help folks, 'cause that's right."</p> + <p>When Robbie had driven granny's cow into the yard, he ran home and told Aunt + Abbie:</p> + <p>"It's 'most as good as just running with Rover; and getting the cow helps granny, + you know. Is that the kind of work you wanted me to do?"</p> + <p>"Yes, dear. I am sure you have made a very good beginning. You can see if there is + anything else for you to do. If one learns to keep his eyes open, he will have a + chance to help a good many people."</p> + <p>"I'm going to keep my eyes open, Aunt Abbie."</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Rosalie Sill.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>THE MAKING OF A BOOK.</h3> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Miss Fanny has a little niece who lives so far + away</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>That she has never seen her, though she's six + months old to-day.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>To be an aunt, Miss Fanny said there was so much to + learn</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Of proper auntly methods she knew not where to + turn.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>She'd never been an aunt before, and knew not how + to be,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And so she asked if I should mind her practicing on + me?</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>She bought a long thick blank book bound in + leather, gold and brown.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And first we did the lovely things, and then she + wrote them down.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There's chapter one, called "Going to bed, and how + to make it fun";</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And chapter two "On dressing dolls, and how it + should be done";</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And chapter three (the one by me), called "Things + about the dark";</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And chapter four we did last week, "On going to the + park."</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>We're working now on "Cookies" (and we find they're + apt to burn),</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And after that is written down, there's not much + more to learn.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Now if you ever meet an aunt who's not exactly + right.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Just borrow dear Miss Fanny's book, and leave it + out in sight!</span><br /> + + <p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>DONALD'S "FORGETTERY."</h3> + <br /> + + <p>"Oh, I forgot!" It was Donald excusing himself for leaving the gate of the chicken + yard open, and now the pansy bed was all scratched up. Bessie was in tears, and Don + was almost crying.</p> + <p>"What shall I do with a little boy who is always forgetting?" mamma asked very + gently. She had tried so many different ways to have Donald learn to remember.</p> + <p>"Mamma, let's have a forgetter, for Don, or any of us. Just a big + closet—that one upstairs with the window will do. Let's put all our forgets in + there. Anything that's spoiled because we forget it, goes in there, for us to mend or + to think of some way to make good. If we forget, we have to go there for the very + next hour—unless it's schooltime—no matter how we want to do something + else."</p> + <p>"Shall we try that, Donald?" asked mamma. She knew that Uncle Rod was coming + within that hour to take the children to ride.</p> + <p>Donald knew it, too, but his voice did not falter, "Yes, mamma, let's begin now. I + do want to stop forgetting."</p> + <p>So up to the big closet they went, mamma, and Donald, each carrying some of the + wilted pansy plants. There was a low stool to sit on, and there Donald spent the next + hour thinking as he had never thought before. He heard Uncle Rod come and go away + again.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus07.jpg' width='250' height='461' + alt='Donald spent the next hour thinking.' /> + </center> + <p>It was a long time before Donald forgot again, then for days it seemed as if he + almost could not remember. Every day for a week, he had to spend an hour in the + "forgettery." Not one of the other children had had to use it, so it began to be + called "Donald's forgettery." He had invented a little play with the figures on the + paper and the boards in the floor, so the time did not seem long at all. He was + laughing when mamma came to let him out, and she asked what he was doing, and so + Donald told her of his game.</p> + <p>Then mamma asked Donald if it was quite right to play, when he was put there to + think. Of course it wasn't. He had not thought of it that way. He had grown careless, + because of this game, and to-day Uncle Rod had come again and this time Donald had + missed going to the city and seeing the new steamer that was to be launched.</p> + <p>"I want to stay here another hour to-day, mamma, and it'll be the very last time + I'll have to come. I'm going to think so hard I never can forget." It was the hardest + thing Donald could remember ever happening, losing this trip with Uncle Rob.</p> + <p>As he promised mamma, it was the last time he ever forgot anything he ought to + remember.</p> + <p>Then the forgettery had a new use. All the children would open the door and put in + things they wanted to forget. Bessie put in her hurt feelings, when Alice forgot to + come for her on the way to Mabel's party. Donald put in his anger, when Ben let go of + the kite string and it sailed away never to come back. Robert put in his + disappointment when papa wanted him to work in the garden instead of going + fishing.</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Willametta Preston.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>A SOFT ANSWER.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>"Oh, Emma, where are you going?" asked Kitty, as she ran after her sister.</p> + <p>"I'm not going to tell you where I'm going; so there!" replied Emma.</p> + <p>"You're just the hatefulest girl I ever saw," said Kitty, beginning to cry.</p> + <p>These two little girls did not remember the verse their teacher had given them the + Sunday before. It was this: "A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words + stir up anger." Emma's rough answer stirred up an angry feeling in Kitty's heart. + They were grievous words and brought a reply of the same kind. How much better it is + to help each other to do right and to be gentle.</p> + <p>Miss Maggie had heard what the girls said, for she was just coming into the house. + She had a rose in her hand, and just as Emma ran away, leaving Kitty in tears, she + held out the rose, saying to Kitty:</p> + <p>"Smell it, dear; is it not beautiful?"</p> + <p>The sweet words and the beautiful flower calmed Kitty's angry heart. Miss Maggie + told her to keep the rose, and when Emma came home, instead of finding a cross little + sister she found Kitty very happy.</p> + <p>"Come see my rose," said Kitty. Emma smelled it and said, "Oh! How sweet it is!" + and they forgot their unkind feelings.</p> + <p>What power there is in a gentle word. Kind actions, too, are opposed to anger; the + good will drive out the bad.</p> + <p>"Do your duty as if you enjoyed it."</p> + <p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>Why should soldiers be rather tired on the first of April?</p> + <p>Because they have just had a march of thirty-one days.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus08.jpg' width='500' height='94' alt='Knowledge Box' /> + </center> + <h3>Strange Little Duckbill.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>If you lived in Australia, you would hear the natives call the little duckbill by + three different names—Tambreet, or Tohunbuck, or Mallangong. Are they not + queer-sounding names?</p> + <p>But the little duckbill is a queer animal, too. Its mouth looks like a duck's + bill. Some people name it the Water Mole, because its fur looks like the mole's coat, + and because it is fond of the water.</p> + <p>When dogs first see Master Duckbill, they watch him waddle along in his funny, + awkward way and bark at him, but they will not touch him. When cats first see this + queer creature, they scamper quickly out of sight.</p> + <p>Master Duckbill is a skillful burrower and makes long tunnels in the earth with + his strong claws. His round body is thickly covered, first, with woolly fur and then + with long hairs. A leathery hanging protects his round eyes from the earth in which + he burrows.</p> + <p>Being fond of the water, he always builds near a stream—usually by some + quiet pond or the still, wide part of a river. He makes two doorways. One he reaches + by land; the other, by diving into the water. The land door is always carefully + hidden under weeds or bending plants, so that no stranger can find it. Yet, often you + can see the footprints of this little worker in the wet soil.</p> + <p>To look at Master Duckbill, you would not think he is so active: and he is so + strong that you could not hold him in your hands. He is a wonderful climber; so that, + if you had him in your house, you would soon see him running up your bookshelves or + clambering along some other piece of furniture. He would put his back against the + wall, his feet against the bookcase, and thus he would travel upward to the top. + Sometimes boys try to climb up a barn that way.</p> + <p>When Master Duckbill is swimming, he looks like the bunches of weeds floating in + the water. But he cannot stay there too long, for he grows very tired trying to + float. He will leave the water and travel through his curving hallway till he comes + to the end where his nest is. There, resting on a soft bed of grasses and dry weeds, + he finds his two baby duckbills. They are only ten inches long, but Master Duckbill + is proud of them. And well he might be. Do you not think so?</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Susanne C. Umlauf.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>GOOD-NIGHT</h3> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Good-night, pretty sun, good-night;</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I've watched your purple and golden + light,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>While you are sinking away.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And someone has just been telling me</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>You're making, over the shining sea,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Another beautiful day:</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>That just at the time I am going to + sleep,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The children there are taking peep</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>At your face—beginning to say</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>"Good-morning!" just when I say, + "Good-night!"</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Now, beautiful sun, if they've told me + right,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>I wish you'd say good-morning for me</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>To all the little ones over the sea.</span><br /> + + <p>—<i>Sel.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>OUR LESSON.—For May 3.</h3> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <p>Title.—The Prodigal Son (Temperance Lesson).—Luke 15:11-32.</p> + <p>Golden Text.—I will arise and go to my father.—Luke 15:18.</p> + <p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>—<i>God is love.</i>—1 John 4:8.</p> + <p>Truth.—The Lord will receive all who return to him.</p> + <p>1. Jesus told the people a parable, or story, about a man who had two sons.</p> + <p>2. The younger one asked for his share of his father's money to spend as he + pleased.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus09.png' width='400' height='283' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>3. He took the money and went away, and soon wasted it in sin and rich living.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus10.png' width='400' height='388' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>4. When he had spent it all, he found that he had no money or friends.</p> + <p>5. He hired out to a man to feed swine.</p> + <p>6. He was so hungry that he wanted to eat the swine's food.</p> + <p>7. He felt very sorry that he had been so selfish and wicked.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus11.png' width='400' height='323' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>8. He said to himself, "I will arise and go to my father."</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus12.png' width='400' height='278' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>9. His father saw him coming, and ran out to meet him and kissed him.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus13.png' width='400' height='464' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>10. He gave him new clothes and a ring.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus14.png' width='400' height='476' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>11. He made a great feast, and wanted everyone to rejoice because his son had come + home.</p> + <p>12. God is our loving Father, and he rejoices when we turn away from sin and come + back to him.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>QUESTIONS.</h4> + <p>What is the Golden Text?</p> + <p>What is the Truth?</p> + <p>1. About what did Jesus tell the people a parable?</p> + <p>2. What did the younger son want?</p> + <p>3. What did he do with it?</p> + <p>4. What did he find when he spent it all?</p> + <p>5. What did he do to earn a living?</p> + <p>6. What was he willing to eat?</p> + <p>7. How did he feel?</p> + <p>8. What did he say to himself?</p> + <p>9. What did his father do when he saw him coming?</p> + <p>10. What did he give him?</p> + <p>11. Why did he want everyone to rejoice?</p> + <p>12. When does God rejoice?</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4> + <p><i>Tune</i>—"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>God is Father of each one,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And he cares for every son;</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>If we leave him he is sad,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But when we return he's glad.</span><br /> + + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Title of Lesson for May 10.</h4> + <p>The Unjust Steward.—Luke 16:1-13.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Golden Text for May 10.</h4> + <p>He that is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much.—Luke + 16:10.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Beginners Golden Text for May 10.</h4> + <p><i>Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.</i>—1 + John 4:11.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus15.png' width='500' height='94' + alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' /> + </center> + <h3>For Sake of the Younger Ones.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>"Ralph, you went down town without permission after you came home from school + to-day. Did you forget the rule about that?"</p> + <p>"I did forget, mamma, but what's the use of the rule, anyhow? I'm a pretty big + fellow, it seems to me, to have to ask every time I want to go out. And there's a lot + of rules that I think I might do without that are well enough for Archie and Bess." + Ralph spoke in a fretful tone, and looked abused. It seemed to him that his mother + did not realize what a great boy he was, or she would allow more liberty in many + ways.</p> + <p>"It is partly for the sake of Archie and Bess that I make the rules for you, and I + insist upon having them kept," said mamma. "The younger ones cannot understand why + you should have more privileges in these ways than they have, and if I allowed you to + do as you please, even if you should generally please to do right, it would make it + much harder for them to obey rules laid down for them."</p> + <p>"It isn't very nice for me, though," grumbled Ralph. "I don't see why it should be + made hard for me just for their sakes."</p> + <p>"It ought not to be hard, when you think of the reason, my boy. The rules are good + for you, too, and even if they were needless, you should obey cheerfully for the sake + of the younger ones. It is only fair, I am sure, that an older brother, who can help + a great deal with the younger ones if he will, should gladly set them a good example, + and even deny himself a little for their sakes."</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus16.png' width='500' height='88' alt='Thoughts for Mothers' /> + </center> + <h3>Conquering Fear in the Child by Common Sense Methods.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>"It is evident that the first and most important step to be taken in fighting fear + in the child is the establishment of physical health," is the conclusion of Dr. + Josiah Morse in <i>The Sunday Magazine</i>.</p> + <p>"Whenever a parent finds that a child is becoming timorous, she may be sure that + the child is not enjoying perfect health. A physician should straightway be + consulted. Fear thrives upon weakness; it also aggravates weakness. Many a child has + been weakened mentally and physically by fright or a shock, or by witnessing frequent + expressions of fear in its mother.</p> + <p>"So we may say that the best way to fight fear is carefully to avoid inducing it + in children, and to be on the watch, so as to be able to nip in the bud those fears + which are more or less natural to children, and which appear of their own + accord."</p> + <p>Dr. Morse holds that frequent calming and explanative conversations with the + child, analyzing things that appear to cause it fear, and showing that grounds for + fear do not exist, suppression of fearsome emotions in the parent, and strict + cultivation of the child's physical health will take from it those mental torments + which afflict so many.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail Matter.]</p> + <p>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. 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