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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14138 ***
+
+DEW DROPS
+
+
+VOL. 37. No. 18. WEEKLY.
+
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
+
+GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.
+
+MAY 3, 1914.
+
+
+
+
+THE SINGING HEART
+
+By ELIZABETH NOYES
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: Mother was at her sewing machine.]
+
+"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.
+
+"Why can't I, mamma?" he asked.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Oh, he's gone," he said, very disappointed. "Did you hear what he told
+me, mamma?"
+
+Mother shook her head.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"What did he mean, mother?"
+
+"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."
+
+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."
+
+
+
+
+THREADING NEEDLES.
+
+
+Mrs. Sargent's sunny sitting room was a very busy place that Wednesday
+afternoon.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+Presently, a round, fluffy, white something tumbled off the
+quilting-frame and rolled along on the carpet beneath.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Please let me thread your needle, Mrs. Dalton," she said sweetly.
+
+"Oh, thank you, deary, that will be such a help!" the lady replied.
+
+"My! my!" laughed the other ladies. "Now, Mrs. Dalton, you will beat us
+all in tying, for you've got a fine assistant!"
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Mary E.Q. Brush_.
+
+
+
+
+THE SANDMAN.
+
+
+     The Sandman comes at set of sun,
+     Just when the happy day is done,
+     And when the quiet night's begun.
+
+     You hear him softly, softly creep,
+     And if you turn around to peep
+     He throws the sand that makes you sleep!
+
+     But don't be frightened--he is kind:
+     His sand will never make you blind,
+     But only close your eyes, you'll find.
+
+     He's like a dear and gentle friend:
+     His pleasant task it is to send
+     Sweet dreams to follow playtime's end.
+
+     I've stayed up late, and tried to see
+     The Sandman passing close to me--
+     I've been as still as still could be.
+
+     But he is quicker than a wink!
+     He didn't give me time to think,
+     But made me yawn and stretch and blink.
+
+     He buried me so deep in sand
+     I dropped right into Slumberland--
+     Though _how_ I cannot understand!
+
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Rose Ralph._
+
+
+
+
+The Eastern Mail
+
+By MAY G. MOOAR
+
+
+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:
+
+"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."
+
+     "Your loving,
+     "Grandpa."
+
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration: Teddy played nearly every day with his cart.]
+
+"Then you're doing just what grandpa wrote you to do with the cart?"
+mother asked.
+
+"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."
+
+"But grandpa wanted you to do something else with it, too," mother
+added. "Do you remember about that?"
+
+"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?"
+
+Mother nodded.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+Teddy started off with the jelly, and in half an hour he came rushing
+back with his face beaming.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+Teddy ran to the cellar for the Eastern Mail and in a few minutes it was
+rattling down the street towards Mrs. Carter's.
+
+"I've come to move that stove over to Mrs. Atwood's," he explained
+politely, when Mrs. Carter opened the door.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+And as the Eastern Mail turned toward home she slipped a couple of
+lovely cookies into its owner's hand.
+
+
+
+
+WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.
+
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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."
+
+"You don't know, either," said Minnie, opening her eyes wide. "You
+weren't there, you old thing! You were upstairs."
+
+Her loud noise awoke the parrot. He took his head from under his wing
+and cried out, "Polly did!"
+
+"That's a wicked story, you naughty bird," said Minnie. "You were in
+grandma's room; so now!"
+
+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!"
+
+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."
+
+"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!"
+
+Mamma opened her eyes when she saw the little weeping girl coming, and
+then Minnie told her the miserable story.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"But mamma," she asked, "how did you know it wasn't kitty?"
+
+"Because kitty would never have left a spoon in the pie," replied mamma,
+smiling.
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+HOW ROBBIE HELPED.
+
+
+Little Robbie Denham was a good boy, though very active and full of
+play.
+
+Aunt Abbie Peyton had been spending a few days with the Denhams, and one
+afternoon as she sat talking with Robbie, she said:
+
+"Do you do something to help someone each day, Robbie?"
+
+Robbie laid Nab, the kitten, down and sat in deep thought for a moment,
+after which he answered:
+
+"I pick up kindlings for mamma and run errands for her. Is that what you
+mean, Aunt Abbie?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't know of anything now, auntie; but I'll keep on the watch to
+see."
+
+"That is right. We should be on the lookout to see what work there is
+for as to do."
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: Robbie was playing with Rover.]
+
+"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:
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+When Robbie had driven granny's cow into the yard, he ran home and told
+Aunt Abbie:
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I'm going to keep my eyes open, Aunt Abbie."
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Rosalie Sill._
+
+
+
+
+THE MAKING OF A BOOK.
+
+
+     Miss Fanny has a little niece who lives so far away
+     That she has never seen her, though she's six months old to-day.
+     To be an aunt, Miss Fanny said there was so much to learn
+     Of proper auntly methods she knew not where to turn.
+     She'd never been an aunt before, and knew not how to be,
+     And so she asked if I should mind her practicing on me?
+     She bought a long thick blank book bound in leather, gold and brown.
+     And first we did the lovely things, and then she wrote them down.
+
+     There's chapter one, called "Going to bed, and how to make it fun";
+     And chapter two "On dressing dolls, and how it should be done";
+     And chapter three (the one by me), called "Things about the dark";
+     And chapter four we did last week, "On going to the park."
+     We're working now on "Cookies" (and we find they're apt to burn),
+     And after that is written down, there's not much more to learn.
+     Now if you ever meet an aunt who's not exactly right.
+     Just borrow dear Miss Fanny's book, and leave it out in sight!
+
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+DONALD'S "FORGETTERY."
+
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Shall we try that, Donald?" asked mamma. She knew that Uncle Rod was
+coming within that hour to take the children to ride.
+
+Donald knew it, too, but his voice did not falter, "Yes, mamma, let's
+begin now. I do want to stop forgetting."
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: Donald spent the next hour thinking.]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+As he promised mamma, it was the last time he ever forgot anything he
+ought to remember.
+
+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.
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Willametta Preston._
+
+
+
+
+A SOFT ANSWER.
+
+
+"Oh, Emma, where are you going?" asked Kitty, as she ran after her
+sister.
+
+"I'm not going to tell you where I'm going; so there!" replied Emma.
+
+"You're just the hatefulest girl I ever saw," said Kitty, beginning to
+cry.
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"Smell it, dear; is it not beautiful?"
+
+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.
+
+"Come see my rose," said Kitty. Emma smelled it and said, "Oh! How sweet
+it is!" and they forgot their unkind feelings.
+
+What power there is in a gentle word. Kind actions, too, are opposed to
+anger; the good will drive out the bad.
+
+"Do your duty as if you enjoyed it."
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+Why should soldiers be rather tired on the first of April?
+
+Because they have just had a march of thirty-one days.
+
+
+
+
++---------------+
+|               |
+| Knowledge Box |
+|               |
++---------------+
+
+Strange Little Duckbill.
+
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Susanne C. Umlauf._
+
+
+
+
+GOOD-NIGHT
+
+
+     Good-night, pretty sun, good-night;
+     I've watched your purple and golden light,
+       While you are sinking away.
+     And someone has just been telling me
+     You're making, over the shining sea,
+       Another beautiful day:
+     That just at the time I am going to sleep,
+     The children there are taking peep
+       At your face--beginning to say
+       "Good-morning!" just when I say, "Good-night!"
+     Now, beautiful sun, if they've told me right,
+       I wish you'd say good-morning for me
+       To all the little ones over the sea.
+
+
+--_Sel._
+
+
+
+
+OUR LESSON.--For May 3.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title.--The Prodigal Son (Temperance Lesson).--Luke 15:11-32.
+
+Golden Text.--I will arise and go to my father.--Luke 15:18.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners._--_God is love._--1 John 4:8.
+
+Truth.--The Lord will receive all who return to him.
+
+1. Jesus told the people a parable, or story, about a man who had two
+sons.
+
+2. The younger one asked for his share of his father's money to spend as
+he pleased.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+3. He took the money and went away, and soon wasted it in sin and rich
+living.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. When he had spent it all, he found that he had no money or friends.
+
+5. He hired out to a man to feed swine.
+
+6. He was so hungry that he wanted to eat the swine's food.
+
+7. He felt very sorry that he had been so selfish and wicked.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+8. He said to himself, "I will arise and go to my father."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+9. His father saw him coming, and ran out to meet him and kissed him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+10. He gave him new clothes and a ring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+11. He made a great feast, and wanted everyone to rejoice because his
+son had come home.
+
+12. God is our loving Father, and he rejoices when we turn away from sin
+and come back to him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. About what did Jesus tell the people a parable?
+
+2. What did the younger son want?
+
+3. What did he do with it?
+
+4. What did he find when he spent it all?
+
+5. What did he do to earn a living?
+
+6. What was he willing to eat?
+
+7. How did he feel?
+
+8. What did he say to himself?
+
+9. What did his father do when he saw him coming?
+
+10. What did he give him?
+
+11. Why did he want everyone to rejoice?
+
+12. When does God rejoice?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+
+     God is Father of each one,
+     And he cares for every son;
+     If we leave him he is sad,
+     But when we return he's glad.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for May 10.
+
+The Unjust Steward.--Luke 16:1-13.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for May 10.
+
+He that is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much.--Luke
+16:10.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for May 10.
+
+_Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another._--1
+John 4:11.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------+
+|                          |
+| Advice to Boys and Girls |
+|                          |
++--------------------------+
+
+For Sake of the Younger Ones.
+
+
+"Ralph, you went down town without permission after you came home from
+school to-day. Did you forget the rule about that?"
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+
+
+
++----------------------+
+|                      |
+| Thoughts for Mothers |
+|                      |
++----------------------+
+
+Conquering Fear in the Child by Common Sense Methods.
+
+
+"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 _The Sunday Magazine_.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+
+
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