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+DEW DROPS
+
+VOL. 37, No. 34. Weekly
+
+David C. Cook Publishing Co., Elgin, Illinois
+
+David C. Cook, Jr., Managing Editor
+Mabelle M. Carbaugh, Assistant Editor
+
+August 23, 1914
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Billikens' Surprise
+
+By HELEN HAWLEY
+
+
+Gilbert was a little boy who was going to have the first suit of
+clothes, that were not homemade. Wasn't that an event! Gilbert thought
+so. He was going to the city with father and mother to be fitted.
+
+Mr. Haywood said to his wife. "You'd better take the boy and go with me
+as far as Branton. It's the best place I know of, for fitting out little
+fellows like him. Maybe I can stop over long enough to help you. I'll
+look up the time-table."
+
+That's the way it happened that Gilbert and his mother came back to
+their home at midnight. For this story isn't about the hours in the
+city, it's about the reaching home so very late. Maybe you'll like to
+know, though, that the new clothes were all right, and Gilbert was a
+very happy though a very sleepy boy by midnight.
+
+But he was wide-awake enough when the cab drew up at their own door, and
+he heard his mother exclaim. "Why, the house is lighted! There's a
+bright light in the living room, and in the dining room too!" Mrs.
+Haywood had paid the driver and he whirled the cab away before she
+thought. "I do wish I'd asked him to stay, until we could see what it
+means."
+
+Gilbert was eager to press forward, but his mother put him behind her.
+She fully expected to see burglars searching for silver, or taking money
+from the desk.
+
+But the sight which actually greeted her made her drop into a chair and
+laugh. And Gilbert! He threw up his cap, almost shouting. "That's great,
+isn't it, mother? Wasn't it cute of Billikens to light up for us to get
+in?"
+
+Now Billikens was a beautiful white Persian kitten, which had come to
+Gilbert on his last birthday, and as full of mischief as a kitten could
+be. Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair under one of the
+lights, looking for all the world as if he tried to say, "I did it, for
+sure."
+
+[Illustration: Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair.]
+
+It was this way: Gilbert had often held Billikens up to play with the
+electric light cords, and once when the kitten had pulled just right,
+the light flashed out. Afterward, it became a kind of game to take him
+round to the brackets, and let him light up.
+
+"I'm afraid we'll have to stop his doing it," Gilbert's mother said. "I
+doubt if you can teach a cat that what is done in play mustn't be done
+in earnest."
+
+"That's too bad," Gilbert was quite grieved. "It's such fun to see him
+put on the lights. He almost laughs, himself. We could shut him up if we
+were away, mother dear."
+
+"Well, perhaps."
+
+Gilbert was a thoughtful little chap. Now he said, "I learned, didn't I,
+mother? Grandfather liked to have me pull his whiskers when he was
+awake, but once I pulled them when he was taking a nap, and he didn't
+like it one bit. I never did it after that."
+
+[Illustration: Billikens]
+
+
+
+
+DILLY AND HER DOUBLE-FACED DOLLY.
+
+
+"I think you ought to invite Dilly to your party, Mildred," said Mrs.
+Fuller. "She lives so near us, and you've invited every other little
+girl on the street."
+
+"Why," said Mildred, "she'd be sure to bring that dreadful doll that she
+loves so much. Some of the girls wouldn't come if she were invited. You
+said, mamma, I might ask just whom I pleased."
+
+Mrs. Fuller said nothing more, and the dainty notes of invitation flew
+here and there, but none stopped at Dilly's door. Dilly hardly expected
+an invitation, but there were some bitter tears which fell down on
+Arabella's face.
+
+Arabella was the name of one side of her doll. The doll was a
+crooked-neck squash with a stick for its body. It had two faces--one on
+each side of its head, and ink lines drawn round some of the yellow
+warts, made very prominent features.
+
+This doll was the comfort of Dilly's life. The yellow noses were worn
+quite flat with her kisses, and she never had a trouble which was not
+poured into the two sympathizing ears, owned in common by Arabella and
+Angelina.
+
+The afternoon of the party came, and Dilly, with her doll, watched the
+gay little folks gather on the lawn in front of Mildred's home. She
+soon became interested in their play, and quite forgot that she was not
+one of them, in her excitement over a game of hide-and-seek. Presently
+Mrs. Fuller called them for some pleasant surprise, and they all ran in,
+leaving their dolls leaning against the piazza.
+
+There was nothing more to see. Dilly was gathering up her doll, when
+something made her spring up and cry out.
+
+Rover, Johnny Cooper's dog, shot past her, barking loudly, his eyes
+gleaming with mischief.
+
+Rover was the terror of every little girl in the neighborhood. Johnny
+sometimes teased his sisters by sending Rover after their dolls. Rover
+liked the sport, and came to think that dolls were his natural prey.
+Next to a big bone, there was nothing that delighted him so much as to
+shake a doll to pieces. He had seen the long row of dainty little
+figures, and was dashing towards them. Dilly ran after him, threatening
+and coaxing, but he did not notice her. Then she waved her turkey-red
+handkerchief, and screamed as loudly as she could, to attract someone's
+attention. But no one came.
+
+Dilly thought of just one thing she could do. A last kiss on Arabella's
+face, and then--"Rover!"
+
+The cry sounded so sharp and strange that Rover turned his head.
+S-w-i-s-h! Right down at his side there swooped such a queer-looking
+doll as Rover, with all his varied experience, had never seen. He made a
+dash for it.
+
+Dilly darted past him, and, gathering up the dolls, laid them in the
+hall, and shut the door. Her apron was over her face when she went down
+the walk, but a strange, crunching sound told her what had happened to
+her doll.
+
+Mildred found Dilly at home a few minutes later, folding away a little,
+ragged doll's cap, and drenching it with tears.
+
+Mildred put her arms around Dilly's neck. "Oh, Dilly," she said, "it was
+so beautiful of you! Aunt Lou saw it all from the window. I'm so 'shamed
+to think how I've treated you. Do you think you could forgive me? If you
+could I'd love you all my life."
+
+Dilly forgave her, and, all in her ragged dress, went home with Mildred.
+Every little girl kissed her, and she stopped to tea.
+
+Not long after, a beautiful doll came to Dilly. It was Mildred's gift,
+and all the little girls who were at the party helped to dress it.
+
+Dilly loves it dearly, and though it will never take the place of the
+dear, double-faced doll, she is very happy, for Mildred is her loyal
+friend.
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+A good cure for discontent--count your blessings every day.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT JENNY SHOWED JEAN.
+
+BY ADELE E. THOMPSON.
+
+
+It was a happy day for Jean when the cars started that were to take her
+and Big Sister all the way to Grandpa's.
+
+When they left the train it was just as she had thought it would be.
+There was grandpa waiting to meet them, the ride through the green
+fields behind Prince, the big white house with dear grandma waiting at
+the door, Tobias the gray cat, the speckled hens; all her friends, for
+grandpa had even opened the pasture gate and let Jenny, the pretty
+Jersey cow, come on the lawn to welcome Jean.
+
+And Jean! She had hardly taken off her hat before she ran out to see
+them all. But Jenny was her especial favorite, because grandpa had
+brought her up from a calf and she was so gentle that she had let Jean
+take many a ride on her back. Jean had just given her a good hug when
+grandpa came by leading Prince to pasture. "Please put me on her," she
+begged.
+
+"All right," he answered. "Take hold of the strap round her neck and
+don't ride far."
+
+"No, I won't. Jenny always stops for me to jump off when I want to."
+
+But when grandpa came back there was no little girl, no Jersey cow
+anywhere to be seen. Grandma and Big Sister had been so busy talking
+that they had not missed her, now when they called there was no answer.
+Where could Jean be?
+
+But before anyone had time to be really frightened there was a patter of
+feet and Jean herself came running.
+
+"Oh, oh," she cried, her eyes shining, "what do you think? Just as soon
+as I was on Jenny's back she started for the barn. And when we came
+round by the barnyard she stopped and said 'Moo, moo,' an' then a little
+calf--just like Jenny--that I hadn't seen 'cause it was lying down,
+jumped up, an' came running to the gate an' put its head through. Jenny
+put her head down an' kissed it, then she turned her head and looked at
+me, an' I jumped right down off her back an' kissed it too. For I knew
+it was Jenny's calf an' she had taken me out the first thing to show it
+to me. Wasn't it nice of Jenny to want me to see her calf? an' grandpa,
+can I name it?"
+
+Grandpa said he thought it was very nice indeed, of Jenny to show Jean
+her baby, and they had been waiting for her to come and name it.
+
+"Oh, oh!" cried Jean again, "and I have a name all ready. It is Daisy."
+
+
+
+
+VAIN WISHES.
+
+BY HELEN I. CASTELLA.
+
+
+     Sometimes I think I'd like to be
+     A duck to splash in the pond so free:
+     And then again I've pondered o'er
+     The hen that clucks near the barnyard door.
+     The guinea's life is freer than all,
+     She wanders off, nor listens to call,
+     But the pine cone chips that fall on me,
+     Remind me of squirrels far up in the tree--
+     The nuts they're gath'ring to store away
+     'Gainst skies of winter's cold and grey.
+     There's something else that skips so free
+     Through the brush with hardly a glance at me;
+     With his furry coat, he's quick as a wink,
+     Would I be a rabbit? I stop and think.
+     But between you and I--
+     After all, what's the use
+     In spending my time regretting?
+     There's only one thing I'll turn into--
+     A goose!
+     If I waste many moments in fretting!
+
+
+
+
+The Things in the Garden
+
+By GERTRUDE WARNER
+
+
+Rose and Marguerite were playing in the nursery when they heard a queer
+bumping noise down in the back yard.
+
+"What's that?" asked Rose, stopping to listen.
+
+"That's Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee. He's awful cross
+today," said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a
+second Rose had her head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking
+his heels against the settee and looking dreadfully cross.
+
+"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.
+
+"Nuffin'," said Stubby.
+
+"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"
+
+"What fings?"
+
+"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her
+head in.
+
+"How _can_ you play with that cross, _cross_ Stubby?" asked Marguerite.
+"He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's
+just plain cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the
+playhouse before five o'clock."
+
+[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood & Underwood, N.Y.]
+
+"Mother said I might stay till six," said Rose gently, "and I've thought
+of something to keep him busy. Come!"
+
+Marguerite gave Rose a bear-hug and soon Stubby saw them coming across
+the lawn. Rose stopped under the apple tree to look for green apples.
+
+"Muvver says not eat green apples," shouted Stubby.
+
+Rose held up a little one. "Come on," she called. "Find one the size of
+that!"
+
+Stubby became interested in spite of himself, and more so, as Rose began
+picking thorns off the rosebush and sticking them into the apple for
+eyes, nose and mouth.
+
+Marguerite and Stubby began making one like Rose's.
+
+"Now, find a stick and push it in for the body," said Rose.
+
+Stubby rammed one in so hard that it came out at the top of his doll's
+head. "That'll be good to stick a hat to," he said cheerfully.
+
+"They look pretty thin," said Marguerite holding hers at arms length.
+
+"But wait till they have clothes on," said Rose happily. "Hollyhocks are
+fine for clothes."
+
+So Stubby raced off for hollyhocks, picking the short stems off very
+carefully; first the large, silver-white ones, then shell-pink ones and
+last of all, the dark, velvety, red ones.
+
+"Mine's going to be red," shouted Stubby, running back with his hands
+full.
+
+"Then take three, one for the waist and two for the ruffly skirt," said
+Rose.
+
+"I know what'll be good for a parasol," said Stubby, sitting down beside
+Rose.
+
+"What?" asked Rose.
+
+Stubby pointed to the morning-glory vine climbing all over the arbor,
+with its pink and violet blossoms rolled tightly up, _just_ like an
+umbrella! Rose clapped her hands.
+
+"Just the thing," she cried.
+
+The children next made long braids of hair of striped grass, and
+fastened them to the backs of the dolls' heads with thorns. Then they
+bound broad sashes of satiny grass around the waists and used the flat
+nasturtium leaves for sailor hats.
+
+"Now we must begin a house for them to live in," proceeded Rose. "Pick
+up little stones and make squares on the piazza floor for rooms."
+
+Stubby soon made four rooms, leaving a door in each, with a hall down
+the middle.
+
+"We can have grape leaves for blankets on the beds, and rose-petals for
+pillows, can't we?" said Stubby excitedly, "and a big, flat stone for a
+table and little stones for chairs!--and more rose petals for chair
+cushions!"
+
+Marguerite was busily pinning a sweet-pea on her doll's head for a
+bonnet, and Rose finished arranging an acorn cup full of tiny green
+grapes for apples, before she replied.
+
+"Stubby," she said at last, "you're a very clever boy."
+
+She deftly cut a green apple in two as she spoke, and began hollowing
+one half out with a sharp stick. "This will make a good set-bowl," she
+said, getting very red in the face with so much digging. "Now, Stubby's
+got the idea, we can go back and arrange the playhouse."
+
+"Oh, I'd rather do this!" cried Marguerite. "We can arrange that
+playhouse any rainy day."
+
+"Well, if you want to, we'll keep on," said Rose, looking very happy,
+and giving Stubby a bear-hug.
+
+Stubby didn't usually like being hugged, but this time he hugged Rose
+back, and said, "My doll's name is going to be Rose."
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCESSES AND THE WOOD-CUTTER'S DAUGHTER.
+
+BY JANE WEST.
+
+
+When the queen was riding in the forest she met the woodcutter's little
+daughter, and she was so pleased with the child that she invited her to
+visit at the palace. The child, Avis, came the next day, and she was
+taken up to the royal nursery to play with the princesses.
+
+Before long the children were arguing about what game they should play.
+Then Rose, who was the eldest, remembered her duty to the visitor.
+
+"What would you like to play, Avis?" she said.
+
+"I'd like to play whatever the rest of you like," said Avis with her
+bright smile.
+
+After that the princesses were ashamed to argue about it. They agreed to
+let Mignon, the smallest of them, choose. She chose Ring-around-a-rosy,
+and they all played, and had a great deal of fun.
+
+When the queen came in for a few minutes Avis remembered to draw up the
+best chair, and place a footstool for her feet.
+
+All day Avis was so sweet and good-natured that the princesses quite
+hated to part with her. They said good-night, when she went, urging her
+to come soon again.
+
+"How does Avis learn to be polite?" Rose asked the queen that night.
+"She is only a poor woodcutter's daughter, and lives in a weed cottage.
+But she has better manners than we, who live in the palace."
+
+"Why, my child, you have forgotten what politeness is. Mignon, my little
+one, I just taught you yesterday, stand forth and tell your sisters."
+
+So Mignonette put her hands behind her, and chanted:
+
+     "Politeness is to do, and say
+     The kindest thing, in the kindest way."
+
+"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes
+from a kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she
+lives in the hut or the palace."
+
+
+
+
+THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.
+
+BY MARGARET COLTON.
+
+
+     The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad place,
+       And a dangerous pitfall, too,
+     So easy it seems to slip into its depths--
+       And some of the little folks do!
+     Oh, I'm sorry for them when I witness their woe,
+       Their faces all wrinkle and twist about so;
+     And to their assistance I gladly would go--
+       But I dread the sad Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       I dread the sad Valley of Grump!
+
+     The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump;
+       The wind always blows from the east;
+     The air, I have noticed, is constantly chill,
+       And never warms up in the least.
+     As every one weeps, there are tears all the day;
+       And when people are cross, they have little to say;
+     And when faces are ugly, they look t'other way--
+       So beware of the Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       Beware of the Valley of Grump!
+
+[Illustration: The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump]
+
+     Yet sometimes they speak in the Valley of Grump,
+       And their language, I'm told, is a whine--
+     You may have been troubled by sound of that speech,
+       But I hope that fate won't be mine.
+     And sometimes, from down in the depths of the vale,
+     The whine rises up in a terrible wail;
+     And the people who hear are like to turn pale,
+       And flee from the Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       Far away from the Valley of Grump!
+
+     There the tears ever falling are turned into fog
+       That hangs o'er the vale damp and chill,
+     And in it the little folks shiver and shake
+       Till they really are well-nigh ill!
+     So I long to cry out to the sad little crew,
+      "Come up to the sunshine, you grumpy ones, do!
+     Your tears are all needless, if only you knew--
+       Come out of the Valley of Grump, poor dears,
+     Come out of the Valley of Grump!"
+
+
+
+
+THE "BITER'S" WAGON.
+
+By Mary E.Q. Brush.
+
+
+I am sorry to say that little Chalmers Ashton was afraid of things! And
+you know there was really nothing to be afraid of, for he lived in a
+safe, comfortable house in the best part of town, and there were father
+and mother and grandpa and Uncle James, Tilly the maid and Billy the
+hired man to look after him--to say nothing of Mr. O'Brien, the burly
+policeman in blue coat and brass buttons, who used to stroll up and down
+the street after nightfall.
+
+But Chalmers used to "imagine things"--"think them up in his mind." I
+can't begin to tell you just what they were--only some were like snakes
+and some had horns and sharp teeth and glaring eyes and they growled
+like everything.
+
+Chalmers made up a name for them; he called them "The Biters." Awful
+silly wasn't it, to be afraid of made-up things?
+
+One day an animal show came to the town. For one whole day big white
+tents were in the meadow at the rear of the orchard which belonged to
+Chalmers' father, and, what with the rumbling red and yellow wagons, the
+noise and confusion, the shouting of the men, the roaring of the lions
+and howling and snarling of the other animals--well, really, it was
+almost like being next door to a jungle! And it was after midnight
+before everything was packed up and put on board the long train of cars.
+
+Now the show people left one of their smaller wagons behind them; it was
+a very old one and something was the matter with it so that they didn't
+think it worth while repairing. So the next morning, there it stood near
+the elm tree out in the meadow. Then, what do you suppose? Well, it was
+a very foolish thing to do, but Chalmers got it into his head that some
+of the animals had been left in that wagon!
+
+"I dare say they are 'Biters,' and maybe, sometime if I go near them,
+they'll pounce out and grab me!" the little boy said to himself, and not
+a day passed that he didn't cast scared glances toward the tattered
+cover of the wagon. Of course there were times when he felt quite brave
+and actually wanted to peep into the wagon; more than once he had
+visions of what a delightful time he might have with it, making believe
+it was a street car, or playing with it as an omnibus--but he never
+mustered up enough courage to do this.
+
+One day as he came home from school he happened to glance at the wagon
+and his heart seemed to jump up into his throat. Surely there was
+something stirring inside that wagon; he saw the canvas cover bulge
+out--no, it wasn't the wind fluttering it! Besides he was positive that
+he heard queer noises inside.
+
+"It's the 'Biters'--I know it is;" he gasped.
+
+At first he was tempted to run right into the house, then something
+inside of him seemed to say, "Don't be such a coward, Chalmers! Don't
+you remember what the teacher told you today about General Washington
+and other brave men?"
+
+So Chalmers stood still a minute.
+
+"I'll not be a coward! Besides, there's mother sitting and sewing on the
+side porch."
+
+So Chalmers climbed over into the meadow and went toward the wagon. When
+he got to the rear of it and peeped in, what do you think he heard and
+saw? Oh, such a lot of chuckles and giggles, and there, seated in a row
+were his cousins--plump little Marjory, laughing Sharley and cute little
+Jim!
+
+[Illustration: There seated in a row were his cousins!]
+
+"We've come to spend the day with you and we thought we'd hide and
+surprise you!" cried Sharley, while Marjory added. "Oh, isn't this wagon
+the jolliest old place to play in! You must have lots of fun with it."
+
+"Well, I'm going to have some fun with it now," Chalmers replied as he
+climbed up to take a seat beside her.
+
+
+
+
++---------------+
+|               |
+| Knowledge Box |
+|               |
++---------------+
+
+Ruth's Pretty Dress.
+
+
+"My dress _is so pretty_," said Ruth, smoothing its soft fold and
+patting her own curls as she looked at her pretty reflection in the big
+mirror. "Yes," said the mother, "your dress _is_ pretty, dear, and let
+mother tell you something about how many helped to make your dress.
+
+"First, a little brown seed baby was put into the ground and it grew up
+to be a plant with flowers on it. Then the flowers dropped off and
+little green pods came in their places. These pods made a nice little
+house for the seed babies, but when the little seeds got ripe they burst
+their house open and it was all full of soft, white cotton. Some little
+boys and girls picked the cotton out, and then some men put it in a
+machine and took the seed all out of the soft white stuff, and then it
+went to another big house and was made into thread, and then into a
+beautiful piece of cloth, and mother and auntie made your pretty dress
+out of the seed babies' cotton blanket. Isn't it nice that everybody
+helps Ruthie girl to have pretty things."
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Francis McKinnon Morton._
+
+
+
+
+OUR LESSON.--For August 23.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title.--The Wedding Feast.--Matt. 22:1-14.
+
+Golden Text.--O Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children
+together, even as a hen gathereth her own brood under her wings!--Luke
+13:34.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners._--_We love him, because he first loved
+us._--1 John 4:19.
+
+Truth.--The great love of Jesus is for even those who would harm him.
+
+1. Jesus told a parable about the kingdom of heaven.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. He said it is like a king who made a marriage feast for his son.
+
+3. When the feast was ready he sent messengers to ask his guests to come
+to the feast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. Some did not listen to the invitation, and others went about their
+work.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+5. Still others abused the king's servants, and killed them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+6. The king sent out his army to punish the murderers.
+
+7. The king then sent his servants out into the streets to invite
+whoever could be found to come to the feast.
+
+8. They brought in the poor and rich, the good and bad.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+9. The king went in to the feast to see his guests.
+
+10. He found one man who showed his disrespect for the king by not
+wearing his wedding garment as he should have done.
+
+11. The king sent him away from the feast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+12. All are asked to come to God's feast, but few accept his invitation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. About what did Jesus tell a parable?
+
+2. What did he say the kingdom of heaven is like?
+
+3. When the feast was served for whom did the guests send?
+
+4. To what did some of them refuse to listen?
+
+5. What did still others do to the king's servants?
+
+6. What did the king do to these murderers?
+
+7. Whom did the king send his servants out into the streets to invite?
+
+8. Whom did they bring to the feast?
+
+9. Who went in to see his guests?
+
+10. Who was not wearing the wedding garment?
+
+11. What did the king do with him?
+
+12. Who are asked to come to God's feast?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+     Come and love the Savior now,
+     Let us all before him bow;
+     We must not reject his call,
+     For he owns and loves us all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for Aug. 30.
+
+A Day of Questions.--Matt. 22:15-22.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for Aug. 30.
+
+Render ... unto God the things that are God's.--Matt. 22:21.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for Aug. 30.
+
+_We love him, because he first loved us._--1 John 4:19.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------+
+|                          |
+| Advice to Boys and Girls |
+|                          |
++--------------------------+
+
+A Rule That Worked Both Ways.
+
+
+It is a poor rule that will not work both ways. At least, so thought
+Mrs. Fletcher, though her son, Ralph Fletcher, did not seem to be of the
+same opinion until he had first tasted some of his own medicine.
+
+"I wish you would pick up that book, Ralph. You have stepped over it
+twice and have still left it on the floor," Mrs. Fletcher said to her
+son one morning.
+
+"I did not drop it, mother; it was Grace," Ralph replied.
+
+"And because you did not drop it, you think you should not pick it up?
+It would be a very unhappy world, Ralph, if all worked on that
+principle. However, as you seem unwilling to be polite and brotherly, I
+must ask Grace to place the book on the table again."
+
+A few mornings afterward, Ralph went to his mother, saying:
+
+"Mother, dear, will you take a stitch in this ball for me? I ripped it
+playing with Frank Danver. Will you do it now? because I'm in a hurry."
+
+"I did not rip the ball, and so I see no reason why I should mend it,"
+Mrs. Fletcher said. "You did the damage; you must repair it."
+
+"Oh, mother--" Ralph began, then stopped suddenly.
+
+"Yes. It is not quite as nice a rule for others to work by, is it,
+Ralph?"
+
+"No; and it won't be nice for me after this, if I can help it," Ralph
+replied with a blush.
+
+After which, one may be sure, the mother's fingers went to work quickly
+upon the ball. But that is a way mothers have, of ever standing ready to
+give help and encouragement to their boys and girls.
+
+
+
+
+SWINGING.
+
+BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD.
+
+
+     Swing, swing, under the apple tree,
+     Down in the orchard when apples are red;
+     Catch the rope tightly then up and away you go,
+     Up to the green, spreading boughs overhead.
+
+     Swing, swing under the apple tree,
+     Up till you see the sky through the green;
+     Down till your feet sweep the grass growing under you,
+     Up, up again to the wide, leafy screen.
+
+--_Youth's Companion._
+
+
+
+
+[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 14147 ***
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 34, August 23, 1914,
+by Various, Edited by David C. Cook, Jr.</h1>
+  <hr class="full" />
+  <p>&nbsp;</p>
+  <center>
+      <img src='images/illus01.jpg' width='100%' alt='DEW DROPS' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <center>
+      <b>VOL. 37. No. 34. WEEKLY.<br />
+      DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br />
+      DAVID C. COOK, JR., <i>Managing Editor</i>.<br />
+      MABELLE M. CARBAUGH, <i>Assistant Editor</i>.<br />
+      AUGUST 23, 1914.</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+    <br />
+    <br />
+
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus02.jpg' width='600' height='115'
+      alt='Billikens&rsquo; Surprise By HELEN HAWLEY' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>Gilbert was a little boy who was going to have the first suit of clothes, that
+    were not homemade. Wasn't that an event! Gilbert thought so. He was going to the city
+    with father and mother to be fitted.</p>
+    <p>Mr. Haywood said to his wife. "You'd better take the boy and go with me as far as
+    Branton. It's the best place I know of, for fitting out little fellows like him.
+    Maybe I can stop over long enough to help you. I'll look up the time-table."</p>
+    <p>That's the way it happened that Gilbert and his mother came back to their home at
+    midnight. For this story isn't about the hours in the city, it's about the reaching
+    home so very late. Maybe you'll like to know, though, that the new clothes were all
+    right, and Gilbert was a very happy though a very sleepy boy by midnight.</p>
+    <p>But he was wide-awake enough when the cab drew up at their own door, and he heard
+    his mother exclaim. "Why, the house is lighted! There's a bright light in the living
+    room, and in the dining room too!" Mrs. Haywood had paid the driver and he whirled
+    the cab away before she thought. "I do wish I'd asked him to stay, until we could see
+    what it means."</p>
+    <p>Gilbert was eager to press forward, but his mother put him behind her. She fully
+    expected to see burglars searching for silver, or taking money from the desk.</p>
+    <p>But the sight which actually greeted her made her drop into a chair and laugh. And
+    Gilbert! He threw up his cap, almost shouting. "That's great, isn't it, mother?
+    Wasn't it cute of Billikens to light up for us to get in?"</p>
+    <p>Now Billikens was a beautiful white Persian kitten, which had come to Gilbert on
+    his last birthday, and as full of mischief as a kitten could be. Billikens sat
+    perched on the back of an easy-chair under one of the lights, looking for all the
+    world as if he tried to say, "I did it, for sure."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus03.jpg' width='350' height='473'
+      alt='Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair.' />
+    </center>
+    <p>It was this way: Gilbert had often held Billikens up to play with the electric
+    light cords, and once when the kitten had pulled just right, the light flashed out.
+    Afterward, it became a kind of game to take him round to the brackets, and let him
+    light up.</p>
+    <p>"I'm afraid we'll have to stop his doing it," Gilbert's mother said. "I doubt if
+    you can teach a cat that what is done in play mustn't be done in earnest."</p>
+    <p>"That's too bad," Gilbert was quite grieved. "It's such fun to see him put on the
+    lights. He almost laughs, himself. We could shut him up if we were away, mother
+    dear."</p>
+    <p>"Well, perhaps."</p>
+    <p>Gilbert was a thoughtful little chap. Now he said, "I learned, didn't I, mother?
+    Grandfather liked to have me pull his whiskers when he was awake, but once I pulled
+    them when he was taking a nap, and he didn't like it one bit. I never did it after
+    that."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus04.jpg' width='150' height='191' alt='Billikens' />
+    </center>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>DILLY AND HER DOUBLE-FACED DOLLY.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"I think you ought to invite Dilly to your party, Mildred," said Mrs. Fuller. "She
+    lives so near us, and you've invited every other little girl on the street."</p>
+    <p>"Why," said Mildred, "she'd be sure to bring that dreadful doll that she loves so
+    much. Some of the girls wouldn't come if she were invited. You said, mamma, I might
+    ask just whom I pleased."</p>
+    <p>Mrs. Fuller said nothing more, and the dainty notes of invitation flew here and
+    there, but none stopped at Dilly's door. Dilly hardly expected an invitation, but
+    there were some bitter tears which fell down on Arabella's face.</p>
+    <p>Arabella was the name of one side of her doll. The doll was a crooked-neck squash
+    with a stick for its body. It had two faces&mdash;one on each side of its head, and
+    ink lines drawn round some of the yellow warts, made very prominent features.</p>
+    <p>This doll was the comfort of Dilly's life. The yellow noses were worn quite flat
+    with her kisses, and she never had a trouble which was not poured into the two
+    sympathizing ears, owned in common by Arabella and Angelina.</p>
+    <p>The afternoon of the party came, and Dilly, with her doll, watched the gay little
+    folks gather on the lawn in front of Mildred's home. She soon became interested in
+    their play, and quite forgot that she was not one of them, in her excitement over a
+    game of hide-and-seek. Presently Mrs. Fuller called them for some pleasant surprise,
+    and they all ran in, leaving their dolls leaning against the piazza.</p>
+    <p>There was nothing more to see. Dilly was gathering up her doll, when something
+    made her spring up and cry out.</p>
+    <p>Rover, Johnny Cooper's dog, shot past her, barking loudly, his eyes gleaming with
+    mischief.</p>
+    <p>Rover was the terror of every little girl in the neighborhood. Johnny sometimes
+    teased his sisters by sending Rover after their dolls. Rover liked the sport, and
+    came to think that dolls were his natural prey. Next to a big bone, there was nothing
+    that delighted him so much as to shake a doll to pieces. He had seen the long row of
+    dainty little figures, and was dashing towards them. Dilly ran after him, threatening
+    and coaxing, but he did not notice her. Then she waved her turkey-red handkerchief,
+    and screamed as loudly as she could, to attract someone's attention. But no one
+    came.</p>
+    <p>Dilly thought of just one thing she could do. A last kiss on Arabella's face, and
+    then&mdash;"Rover!"</p>
+    <p>The cry sounded so sharp and strange that Rover turned his head. S-w-i-s-h! Right
+    down at his side there swooped such a queer-looking doll as Rover, with all his
+    varied experience, had never seen. He made a dash for it.</p>
+    <p>Dilly darted past him, and, gathering up the dolls, laid them in the hall, and
+    shut the door. Her apron was over her face when she went down the walk, but a
+    strange, crunching sound told her what had happened to her doll.</p>
+    <p>Mildred found Dilly at home a few minutes later, folding away a little, ragged
+    doll's cap, and drenching it with tears.</p>
+    <p>Mildred put her arms around Dilly's neck. "Oh, Dilly," she said, "it was so
+    beautiful of you! Aunt Lou saw it all from the window. I'm so 'shamed to think how
+    I've treated you. Do you think you could forgive me? If you could I'd love you all my
+    life."</p>
+    <p>Dilly forgave her, and, all in her ragged dress, went home with Mildred. Every
+    little girl kissed her, and she stopped to tea.</p>
+    <p>Not long after, a beautiful doll came to Dilly. It was Mildred's gift, and all the
+    little girls who were at the party helped to dress it.</p>
+    <p>Dilly loves it dearly, and though it will never take the place of the dear,
+    double-faced doll, she is very happy, for Mildred is her loyal friend.</p>
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Selected.</i></p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <p>A good cure for discontent&mdash;count your blessings every day.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>WHAT JENNY SHOWED JEAN.</h3>
+    <h4>BY ADELE E. THOMPSON.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>It was a happy day for Jean when the cars started that were to take her and Big
+    Sister all the way to Grandpa's.</p>
+    <p>When they left the train it was just as she had thought it would be. There was
+    grandpa waiting to meet them, the ride through the green fields behind Prince, the
+    big white house with dear grandma waiting at the door, Tobias the gray cat, the
+    speckled hens; all her friends, for grandpa had even opened the pasture gate and let
+    Jenny, the pretty Jersey cow, come on the lawn to welcome Jean.</p>
+    <p>And Jean! She had hardly taken off her hat before she ran out to see them all. But
+    Jenny was her especial favorite, because grandpa had brought her up from a calf and
+    she was so gentle that she had let Jean take many a ride on her back. Jean had just
+    given her a good hug when grandpa came by leading Prince to pasture. "Please put me
+    on her," she begged.</p>
+    <p>"All right," he answered. "Take hold of the strap round her neck and don't ride
+    far."</p>
+    <p>"No, I won't. Jenny always stops for me to jump off when I want to."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus06.jpg' width='350' height='432'
+      alt='Copyright by Underwood &amp; Underwood, N.Y.' />
+    </center>
+    <center>
+      <small><b>Copyright by Underwood &amp; Underwood, N.Y.</b></small>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>But when grandpa came back there was no little girl, no Jersey cow anywhere to be
+    seen. Grandma and Big Sister had been so busy talking that they had not missed her,
+    now when they called there was no answer. Where could Jean be?</p>
+    <p>But before anyone had time to be really frightened there was a patter of feet and
+    Jean herself came running.</p>
+    <p>"Oh, oh," she cried, her eyes shining, "what do you think? Just as soon as I was
+    on Jenny's back she started for the barn. And when we came round by the barnyard she
+    stopped and said 'Moo, moo,' an' then a little calf&mdash;just like Jenny&mdash;that
+    I hadn't seen 'cause it was lying down, jumped up, an' came running to the gate an'
+    put its head through. Jenny put her head down an' kissed it, then she turned her head
+    and looked at me, an' I jumped right down off her back an' kissed it too. For I knew
+    it was Jenny's calf an' she had taken me out the first thing to show it to me. Wasn't
+    it nice of Jenny to want me to see her calf? an' grandpa, can I name it?"</p>
+    <p>Grandpa said he thought it was very nice indeed, of Jenny to show Jean her baby,
+    and they had been waiting for her to come and name it.</p>
+    <p>"Oh, oh!" cried Jean again, "and I have a name all ready. It is Daisy."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>VAIN WISHES.</h3>
+    <h4>BY HELEN I. CASTELLA.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Sometimes I think I'd like to be</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>A duck to splash in the pond so free:</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And then again I've pondered o'er</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The hen that clucks near the barnyard
+    door.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The guinea's life is freer than all,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>She wanders off, nor listens to call,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But the pine cone chips that fall on
+    me,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Remind me of squirrels far up in the
+    tree&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The nuts they're gath'ring to store
+    away</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>'Gainst skies of winter's cold and
+    grey.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There's something else that skips so
+    free</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Through the brush with hardly a glance at
+    me;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>With his furry coat, he's quick as a
+    wink,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Would I be a rabbit? I stop and think.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But between you and I&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>After all, what's the use</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>In spending my time regretting?</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There's only one thing I'll turn
+    into&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>A goose!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>If I waste many moments in fretting!</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus05.jpg' width='650' height='73'
+      alt='The Things in the Garden By GERTRUDE WARNER' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>Rose and Marguerite were playing in the nursery when they heard a queer bumping
+    noise down in the back yard.</p>
+    <p>"What's that?" asked Rose, stopping to listen.</p>
+    <p>"That's Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee. He's awful cross today,"
+    said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a second Rose had her
+    head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee and
+    looking dreadfully cross.</p>
+    <p>"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.</p>
+    <p>"Nuffin'," said Stubby.</p>
+    <p>"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"</p>
+    <p>"What fings?"</p>
+    <p>"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her head
+    in.</p>
+    <p>"How <i>can</i> you play with that cross, <i>cross</i> Stubby?" asked Marguerite.
+    "He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's just plain
+    cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the playhouse before five
+    o'clock."</p>
+    <p>"Mother said I might stay till six," said Rose gently, "and I've thought of
+    something to keep him busy. Come!"</p>
+    <p>Marguerite gave Rose a bear-hug and soon Stubby saw them coming across the lawn.
+    Rose stopped under the apple tree to look for green apples.</p>
+    <p>"Muvver says not eat green apples," shouted Stubby.</p>
+    <p>Rose held up a little one. "Come on," she called. "Find one the size of that!"</p>
+    <p>Stubby became interested in spite of himself, and more so, as Rose began picking
+    thorns off the rosebush and sticking them into the apple for eyes, nose and
+    mouth.</p>
+    <p>Marguerite and Stubby began making one like Rose's.</p>
+    <p>"Now, find a stick and push it in for the body," said Rose.</p>
+    <p>Stubby rammed one in so hard that it came out at the top of his doll's head.
+    "That'll be good to stick a hat to," he said cheerfully.</p>
+    <p>"They look pretty thin," said Marguerite holding hers at arms length.</p>
+    <p>"But wait till they have clothes on," said Rose happily. "Hollyhocks are fine for
+    clothes."</p>
+    <p>So Stubby raced off for hollyhocks, picking the short stems off very carefully;
+    first the large, silver-white ones, then shell-pink ones and last of all, the dark,
+    velvety, red ones.</p>
+    <p>"Mine's going to be red," shouted Stubby, running back with his hands full.</p>
+    <p>"Then take three, one for the waist and two for the ruffly skirt," said Rose.</p>
+    <p>"I know what'll be good for a parasol," said Stubby, sitting down beside Rose.</p>
+    <p>"What?" asked Rose.</p>
+    <p>Stubby pointed to the morning-glory vine climbing all over the arbor, with its
+    pink and violet blossoms rolled tightly up, <i>just</i> like an umbrella! Rose
+    clapped her hands.</p>
+    <p>"Just the thing," she cried.</p>
+    <p>The children next made long braids of hair of striped grass, and fastened them to
+    the backs of the dolls' heads with thorns. Then they bound broad sashes of satiny
+    grass around the waists and used the flat nasturtium leaves for sailor hats.</p>
+    <p>"Now we must begin a house for them to live in," proceeded Rose. "Pick up little
+    stones and make squares on the piazza floor for rooms."</p>
+    <p>Stubby soon made four rooms, leaving a door in each, with a hall down the
+    middle.</p>
+    <p>"We can have grape leaves for blankets on the beds, and rose-petals for pillows,
+    can't we?" said Stubby excitedly, "and a big, flat stone for a table and little
+    stones for chairs!&mdash;and more rose petals for chair cushions!"</p>
+    <p>Marguerite was busily pinning a sweet-pea on her doll's head for a bonnet, and
+    Rose finished arranging an acorn cup full of tiny green grapes for apples, before she
+    replied.</p>
+    <p>"Stubby," she said at last, "you're a very clever boy."</p>
+    <p>She deftly cut a green apple in two as she spoke, and began hollowing one half out
+    with a sharp stick. "This will make a good set-bowl," she said, getting very red in
+    the face with so much digging. "Now, Stubby's got the idea, we can go back and
+    arrange the playhouse."</p>
+    <p>"Oh, I'd rather do this!" cried Marguerite. "We can arrange that playhouse any
+    rainy day."</p>
+    <p>"Well, if you want to, we'll keep on," said Rose, looking very happy, and giving
+    Stubby a bear-hug.</p>
+    <p>Stubby didn't usually like being hugged, but this time he hugged Rose back, and
+    said, "My doll's name is going to be Rose."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE PRINCESSES AND THE WOOD-CUTTER'S DAUGHTER.</h3>
+    <h4>BY JANE WEST.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>When the queen was riding in the forest she met the woodcutter's little daughter,
+    and she was so pleased with the child that she invited her to visit at the palace.
+    The child, Avis, came the next day, and she was taken up to the royal nursery to play
+    with the princesses.</p>
+    <p>Before long the children were arguing about what game they should play. Then Rose,
+    who was the eldest, remembered her duty to the visitor.</p>
+    <p>"What would you like to play, Avis?" she said.</p>
+    <p>"I'd like to play whatever the rest of you like," said Avis with her bright
+    smile.</p>
+    <p>After that the princesses were ashamed to argue about it. They agreed to let
+    Mignon, the smallest of them, choose. She chose Ring-around-a-rosy, and they all
+    played, and had a great deal of fun.</p>
+    <p>When the queen came in for a few minutes Avis remembered to draw up the best
+    chair, and place a footstool for her feet.</p>
+    <p>All day Avis was so sweet and good-natured that the princesses quite hated to part
+    with her. They said good-night, when she went, urging her to come soon again.</p>
+    <p>"How does Avis learn to be polite?" Rose asked the queen that night. "She is only
+    a poor woodcutter's daughter, and lives in a weed cottage. But she has better manners
+    than we, who live in the palace."</p>
+    <p>"Why, my child, you have forgotten what politeness is. Mignon, my little one, I
+    just taught you yesterday, stand forth and tell your sisters."</p>
+    <p>So Mignonette put her hands behind her, and chanted:</p>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Politeness is to do, and say</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The kindest thing, in the kindest
+    way."</span><br />
+
+    <p>"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes from a
+    kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she lives in the hut or
+    the palace."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.</h3>
+    <h4>BY MARGARET COLTON.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad
+    place,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And a dangerous pitfall, too,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>So easy it seems to slip into its
+    depths&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And some of the little folks do!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Oh, I'm sorry for them when I witness their
+    woe,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Their faces all wrinkle and twist about
+    so;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And to their assistance I gladly would
+    go&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But I dread the sad Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>I dread the sad Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The sun never shines in the Valley of
+    Grump;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>The wind always blows from the east;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The air, I have noticed, is constantly
+    chill,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And never warms up in the least.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>As every one weeps, there are tears all the
+    day;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And when people are cross, they have little to
+    say;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And when faces are ugly, they look t'other
+    way&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>So beware of the Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Beware of the Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus07.jpg' width='450' height='362'
+      alt='The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump' />
+    </center>
+    <center>
+      <b>The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Yet sometimes they speak in the Valley of
+    Grump,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And their language, I'm told, is a
+    whine&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>You may have been troubled by sound of that
+    speech,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But I hope that fate won't be mine.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And sometimes, from down in the depths of the
+    vale,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The whine rises up in a terrible wail;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And the people who hear are like to turn
+    pale,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And flee from the Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Far away from the Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There the tears ever falling are turned into
+    fog</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>That hangs o'er the vale damp and
+    chill,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And in it the little folks shiver and
+    shake</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Till they really are well-nigh ill!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>So I long to cry out to the sad little
+    crew,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>"Come up to the sunshine, you grumpy ones,
+    do!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Your tears are all needless, if only you
+    knew&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Come out of the Valley of Grump, poor
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come out of the Valley of Grump!"</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE "BITER'S" WAGON.</h3>
+    <h4>By Mary E.Q. Brush.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>I am sorry to say that little Chalmers Ashton was afraid of things! And you know
+    there was really nothing to be afraid of, for he lived in a safe, comfortable house
+    in the best part of town, and there were father and mother and grandpa and Uncle
+    James, Tilly the maid and Billy the hired man to look after him&mdash;to say nothing
+    of Mr. O'Brien, the burly policeman in blue coat and brass buttons, who used to
+    stroll up and down the street after nightfall.</p>
+    <p>But Chalmers used to "imagine things"&mdash;"think them up in his mind." I can't
+    begin to tell you just what they were&mdash;only some were like snakes and some had
+    horns and sharp teeth and glaring eyes and they growled like everything.</p>
+    <p>Chalmers made up a name for them; he called them "The Biters." Awful silly wasn't
+    it, to be afraid of made-up things?</p>
+    <p>One day an animal show came to the town. For one whole day big white tents were in
+    the meadow at the rear of the orchard which belonged to Chalmers' father, and, what
+    with the rumbling red and yellow wagons, the noise and confusion, the shouting of the
+    men, the roaring of the lions and howling and snarling of the other
+    animals&mdash;well, really, it was almost like being next door to a jungle! And it
+    was after midnight before everything was packed up and put on board the long train of
+    cars.</p>
+    <p>Now the show people left one of their smaller wagons behind them; it was a very
+    old one and something was the matter with it so that they didn't think it worth while
+    repairing. So the next morning, there it stood near the elm tree out in the meadow.
+    Then, what do you suppose? Well, it was a very foolish thing to do, but Chalmers got
+    it into his head that some of the animals had been left in that wagon!</p>
+    <p>"I dare say they are 'Biters,' and maybe, sometime if I go near them, they'll
+    pounce out and grab me!" the little boy said to himself, and not a day passed that he
+    didn't cast scared glances toward the tattered cover of the wagon. Of course there
+    were times when he felt quite brave and actually wanted to peep into the wagon; more
+    than once he had visions of what a delightful time he might have with it, making
+    believe it was a street car, or playing with it as an omnibus&mdash;but he never
+    mustered up enough courage to do this.</p>
+    <p>One day as he came home from school he happened to glance at the wagon and his
+    heart seemed to jump up into his throat. Surely there was something stirring inside
+    that wagon; he saw the canvas cover bulge out&mdash;no, it wasn't the wind fluttering
+    it! Besides he was positive that he heard queer noises inside.</p>
+    <p>"It's the 'Biters'&mdash;I know it is;" he gasped.</p>
+    <p>At first he was tempted to run right into the house, then something inside of him
+    seemed to say, "Don't be such a coward, Chalmers! Don't you remember what the teacher
+    told you today about General Washington and other brave men?"</p>
+    <p>So Chalmers stood still a minute.</p>
+    <p>"I'll not be a coward! Besides, there's mother sitting and sewing on the side
+    porch."</p>
+    <p>So Chalmers climbed over into the meadow and went toward the wagon. When he got to
+    the rear of it and peeped in, what do you think he heard and saw? Oh, such a lot of
+    chuckles and giggles, and there, seated in a row were his cousins&mdash;plump little
+    Marjory, laughing Sharley and cute little Jim!</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus08.jpg' width='400' height='434'
+      alt='There seated in a row were his cousins!' /><br />
+      <b>There seated in a row were his cousins!</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"We've come to spend the day with you and we thought we'd hide and surprise you!"
+    cried Sharley, while Marjory added. "Oh, isn't this wagon the jolliest old place to
+    play in! You must have lots of fun with it."</p>
+    <p>"Well, I'm going to have some fun with it now," Chalmers replied as he climbed up
+    to take a seat beside her.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus09.jpg' width='500' height='99' alt='Knowledge Box' />
+    </center>
+    <h3>Ruth's Pretty Dress.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"My dress <i>is so pretty</i>," said Ruth, smoothing its soft fold and patting her
+    own curls as she looked at her pretty reflection in the big mirror. "Yes," said the
+    mother, "your dress <i>is</i> pretty, dear, and let mother tell you something about
+    how many helped to make your dress.</p>
+    <p>"First, a little brown seed baby was put into the ground and it grew up to be a
+    plant with flowers on it. Then the flowers dropped off and little green pods came in
+    their places. These pods made a nice little house for the seed babies, but when the
+    little seeds got ripe they burst their house open and it was all full of soft, white
+    cotton. Some little boys and girls picked the cotton out, and then some men put it in
+    a machine and took the seed all out of the soft white stuff, and then it went to
+    another big house and was made into thread, and then into a beautiful piece of cloth,
+    and mother and auntie made your pretty dress out of the seed babies' cotton blanket.
+    Isn't it nice that everybody helps Ruthie girl to have pretty things."</p>
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Written for Dew Drops by Francis McKinnon Morton.</i></p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>OUR LESSON.&mdash;For August 23.</h3>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <p>Title.&mdash;The Wedding Feast.&mdash;Matt. 22:1-14.</p>
+    <p>Golden Text.&mdash;O Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children
+    together, even as a hen gathereth her own brood under her wings!&mdash;Luke
+    13:34.</p>
+    <p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>&mdash;<i>We love him, because he first loved
+    us.</i>&mdash;1 John 4:19.</p>
+    <p>Truth.&mdash;The great love of Jesus is for even those who would harm him.</p>
+    <p>1. Jesus told a parable about the kingdom of heaven.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus10.jpg' width='400' height='322' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>2. He said it is like a king who made a marriage feast for his son.</p>
+    <p>3. When the feast was ready he sent messengers to ask his guests to come to the
+    feast.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus11.jpg' width='400' height='444' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>4. Some did not listen to the invitation, and others went about their work.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus12.jpg' width='400' height='417' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>5. Still others abused the king's servants, and killed them.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus13.jpg' width='400' height='301' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>6. The king sent out his army to punish the murderers.</p>
+    <p>7. The king then sent his servants out into the streets to invite whoever could be
+    found to come to the feast.</p>
+    <p>8. They brought in the poor and rich, the good and bad.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus15.jpg' width='400' height='390' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>9. The king went in to the feast to see his guests.</p>
+    <p>10. He found one man who showed his disrespect for the king by not wearing his
+    wedding garment as he should have done.</p>
+    <p>11. The king sent him away from the feast.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus14.jpg' width='400' height='493' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>12. All are asked to come to God's feast, but few accept his invitation.</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 a parable?</p>
+    <p>2. What did he say the kingdom of heaven is like?</p>
+    <p>3. When the feast was served for whom did the guests send?</p>
+    <p>4. To what did some of them refuse to listen?</p>
+    <p>5. What did still others do to the king's servants?</p>
+    <p>6. What did the king do to these murderers?</p>
+    <p>7. Whom did the king send his servants out into the streets to invite?</p>
+    <p>8. Whom did they bring to the feast?</p>
+    <p>9. Who went in to see his guests?</p>
+    <p>10. Who was not wearing the wedding garment?</p>
+    <p>11. What did the king do with him?</p>
+    <p>12. Who are asked to come to God's feast?</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4>
+    <p><i>Tune</i>&mdash;"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come and love the Savior now,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Let us all before him bow;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>We must not reject his call,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>For he owns and loves us all.</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Title of Lesson for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p>A Day of Questions.&mdash;Matt. 22:15-22.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Golden Text for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p>Render ... unto God the things that are God's.&mdash;Matt. 22:21.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Beginners Golden Text for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p><i>We love him, because he first loved us.</i>&mdash;1 John 4:19.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus16.jpg' width='500' height='95'
+      alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' />
+    </center>
+    <h3>A Rule That Worked Both Ways.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>It is a poor rule that will not work both ways. At least, so thought Mrs.
+    Fletcher, though her son, Ralph Fletcher, did not seem to be of the same opinion
+    until he had first tasted some of his own medicine.</p>
+    <p>"I wish you would pick up that book, Ralph. You have stepped over it twice and
+    have still left it on the floor," Mrs. Fletcher said to her son one morning.</p>
+    <p>"I did not drop it, mother; it was Grace," Ralph replied.</p>
+    <p>"And because you did not drop it, you think you should not pick it up? It would be
+    a very unhappy world, Ralph, if all worked on that principle. However, as you seem
+    unwilling to be polite and brotherly, I must ask Grace to place the book on the table
+    again."</p>
+    <p>A few mornings afterward, Ralph went to his mother, saying:</p>
+    <p>"Mother, dear, will you take a stitch in this ball for me? I ripped it playing
+    with Frank Danver. Will you do it now? because I'm in a hurry."</p>
+    <p>"I did not rip the ball, and so I see no reason why I should mend it," Mrs.
+    Fletcher said. "You did the damage; you must repair it."</p>
+    <p>"Oh, mother&mdash;" Ralph began, then stopped suddenly.</p>
+    <p>"Yes. It is not quite as nice a rule for others to work by, is it, Ralph?"</p>
+    <p>"No; and it won't be nice for me after this, if I can help it," Ralph replied with
+    a blush.</p>
+    <p>After which, one may be sure, the mother's fingers went to work quickly upon the
+    ball. But that is a way mothers have, of ever standing ready to give help and
+    encouragement to their boys and girls.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>SWINGING.</h3>
+    <h4>BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Swing, swing, under the apple tree,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Down in the orchard when apples are
+    red;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Catch the rope tightly then up and away you
+    go,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up to the green, spreading boughs
+    overhead.</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Swing, swing under the apple tree,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up till you see the sky through the
+    green;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Down till your feet sweep the grass growing under
+    you,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up, up again to the wide, leafy
+    screen.</span><br />
+
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Youth's Companion.</i></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.&mdash;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,</p>
+    <p>DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.</p>
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 34, August 23, 1914,
+by Various, Edited by David C. Cook, Jr.</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p>Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 34, August 23, 1914</p>
+<p>Author: Various</p>
+<p>Release Date: November 24, 2004  [eBook #14147]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEW DROPS, VOL. 37, NO. 34, AUGUST 23, 1914***</p>
+<br /><br /><h3>E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Suzanne Lybarger,<br />
+                and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</h3><br /><br />
+  <hr class="full" />
+  <p>&nbsp;</p>
+  <center>
+      <img src='images/illus01.jpg' width='100%' alt='DEW DROPS' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <center>
+      <b>VOL. 37. No. 34. WEEKLY.<br />
+      DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br />
+      DAVID C. COOK, JR., <i>Managing Editor</i>.<br />
+      MABELLE M. CARBAUGH, <i>Assistant Editor</i>.<br />
+      AUGUST 23, 1914.</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+    <br />
+    <br />
+
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus02.jpg' width='600' height='115'
+      alt='Billikens&rsquo; Surprise By HELEN HAWLEY' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>Gilbert was a little boy who was going to have the first suit of clothes, that
+    were not homemade. Wasn't that an event! Gilbert thought so. He was going to the city
+    with father and mother to be fitted.</p>
+    <p>Mr. Haywood said to his wife. "You'd better take the boy and go with me as far as
+    Branton. It's the best place I know of, for fitting out little fellows like him.
+    Maybe I can stop over long enough to help you. I'll look up the time-table."</p>
+    <p>That's the way it happened that Gilbert and his mother came back to their home at
+    midnight. For this story isn't about the hours in the city, it's about the reaching
+    home so very late. Maybe you'll like to know, though, that the new clothes were all
+    right, and Gilbert was a very happy though a very sleepy boy by midnight.</p>
+    <p>But he was wide-awake enough when the cab drew up at their own door, and he heard
+    his mother exclaim. "Why, the house is lighted! There's a bright light in the living
+    room, and in the dining room too!" Mrs. Haywood had paid the driver and he whirled
+    the cab away before she thought. "I do wish I'd asked him to stay, until we could see
+    what it means."</p>
+    <p>Gilbert was eager to press forward, but his mother put him behind her. She fully
+    expected to see burglars searching for silver, or taking money from the desk.</p>
+    <p>But the sight which actually greeted her made her drop into a chair and laugh. And
+    Gilbert! He threw up his cap, almost shouting. "That's great, isn't it, mother?
+    Wasn't it cute of Billikens to light up for us to get in?"</p>
+    <p>Now Billikens was a beautiful white Persian kitten, which had come to Gilbert on
+    his last birthday, and as full of mischief as a kitten could be. Billikens sat
+    perched on the back of an easy-chair under one of the lights, looking for all the
+    world as if he tried to say, "I did it, for sure."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus03.jpg' width='350' height='473'
+      alt='Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair.' />
+    </center>
+    <p>It was this way: Gilbert had often held Billikens up to play with the electric
+    light cords, and once when the kitten had pulled just right, the light flashed out.
+    Afterward, it became a kind of game to take him round to the brackets, and let him
+    light up.</p>
+    <p>"I'm afraid we'll have to stop his doing it," Gilbert's mother said. "I doubt if
+    you can teach a cat that what is done in play mustn't be done in earnest."</p>
+    <p>"That's too bad," Gilbert was quite grieved. "It's such fun to see him put on the
+    lights. He almost laughs, himself. We could shut him up if we were away, mother
+    dear."</p>
+    <p>"Well, perhaps."</p>
+    <p>Gilbert was a thoughtful little chap. Now he said, "I learned, didn't I, mother?
+    Grandfather liked to have me pull his whiskers when he was awake, but once I pulled
+    them when he was taking a nap, and he didn't like it one bit. I never did it after
+    that."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus04.jpg' width='150' height='191' alt='Billikens' />
+    </center>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>DILLY AND HER DOUBLE-FACED DOLLY.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"I think you ought to invite Dilly to your party, Mildred," said Mrs. Fuller. "She
+    lives so near us, and you've invited every other little girl on the street."</p>
+    <p>"Why," said Mildred, "she'd be sure to bring that dreadful doll that she loves so
+    much. Some of the girls wouldn't come if she were invited. You said, mamma, I might
+    ask just whom I pleased."</p>
+    <p>Mrs. Fuller said nothing more, and the dainty notes of invitation flew here and
+    there, but none stopped at Dilly's door. Dilly hardly expected an invitation, but
+    there were some bitter tears which fell down on Arabella's face.</p>
+    <p>Arabella was the name of one side of her doll. The doll was a crooked-neck squash
+    with a stick for its body. It had two faces&mdash;one on each side of its head, and
+    ink lines drawn round some of the yellow warts, made very prominent features.</p>
+    <p>This doll was the comfort of Dilly's life. The yellow noses were worn quite flat
+    with her kisses, and she never had a trouble which was not poured into the two
+    sympathizing ears, owned in common by Arabella and Angelina.</p>
+    <p>The afternoon of the party came, and Dilly, with her doll, watched the gay little
+    folks gather on the lawn in front of Mildred's home. She soon became interested in
+    their play, and quite forgot that she was not one of them, in her excitement over a
+    game of hide-and-seek. Presently Mrs. Fuller called them for some pleasant surprise,
+    and they all ran in, leaving their dolls leaning against the piazza.</p>
+    <p>There was nothing more to see. Dilly was gathering up her doll, when something
+    made her spring up and cry out.</p>
+    <p>Rover, Johnny Cooper's dog, shot past her, barking loudly, his eyes gleaming with
+    mischief.</p>
+    <p>Rover was the terror of every little girl in the neighborhood. Johnny sometimes
+    teased his sisters by sending Rover after their dolls. Rover liked the sport, and
+    came to think that dolls were his natural prey. Next to a big bone, there was nothing
+    that delighted him so much as to shake a doll to pieces. He had seen the long row of
+    dainty little figures, and was dashing towards them. Dilly ran after him, threatening
+    and coaxing, but he did not notice her. Then she waved her turkey-red handkerchief,
+    and screamed as loudly as she could, to attract someone's attention. But no one
+    came.</p>
+    <p>Dilly thought of just one thing she could do. A last kiss on Arabella's face, and
+    then&mdash;"Rover!"</p>
+    <p>The cry sounded so sharp and strange that Rover turned his head. S-w-i-s-h! Right
+    down at his side there swooped such a queer-looking doll as Rover, with all his
+    varied experience, had never seen. He made a dash for it.</p>
+    <p>Dilly darted past him, and, gathering up the dolls, laid them in the hall, and
+    shut the door. Her apron was over her face when she went down the walk, but a
+    strange, crunching sound told her what had happened to her doll.</p>
+    <p>Mildred found Dilly at home a few minutes later, folding away a little, ragged
+    doll's cap, and drenching it with tears.</p>
+    <p>Mildred put her arms around Dilly's neck. "Oh, Dilly," she said, "it was so
+    beautiful of you! Aunt Lou saw it all from the window. I'm so 'shamed to think how
+    I've treated you. Do you think you could forgive me? If you could I'd love you all my
+    life."</p>
+    <p>Dilly forgave her, and, all in her ragged dress, went home with Mildred. Every
+    little girl kissed her, and she stopped to tea.</p>
+    <p>Not long after, a beautiful doll came to Dilly. It was Mildred's gift, and all the
+    little girls who were at the party helped to dress it.</p>
+    <p>Dilly loves it dearly, and though it will never take the place of the dear,
+    double-faced doll, she is very happy, for Mildred is her loyal friend.</p>
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Selected.</i></p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <p>A good cure for discontent&mdash;count your blessings every day.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>WHAT JENNY SHOWED JEAN.</h3>
+    <h4>BY ADELE E. THOMPSON.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>It was a happy day for Jean when the cars started that were to take her and Big
+    Sister all the way to Grandpa's.</p>
+    <p>When they left the train it was just as she had thought it would be. There was
+    grandpa waiting to meet them, the ride through the green fields behind Prince, the
+    big white house with dear grandma waiting at the door, Tobias the gray cat, the
+    speckled hens; all her friends, for grandpa had even opened the pasture gate and let
+    Jenny, the pretty Jersey cow, come on the lawn to welcome Jean.</p>
+    <p>And Jean! She had hardly taken off her hat before she ran out to see them all. But
+    Jenny was her especial favorite, because grandpa had brought her up from a calf and
+    she was so gentle that she had let Jean take many a ride on her back. Jean had just
+    given her a good hug when grandpa came by leading Prince to pasture. "Please put me
+    on her," she begged.</p>
+    <p>"All right," he answered. "Take hold of the strap round her neck and don't ride
+    far."</p>
+    <p>"No, I won't. Jenny always stops for me to jump off when I want to."</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus06.jpg' width='350' height='432'
+      alt='Copyright by Underwood &amp; Underwood, N.Y.' />
+    </center>
+    <center>
+      <small><b>Copyright by Underwood &amp; Underwood, N.Y.</b></small>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>But when grandpa came back there was no little girl, no Jersey cow anywhere to be
+    seen. Grandma and Big Sister had been so busy talking that they had not missed her,
+    now when they called there was no answer. Where could Jean be?</p>
+    <p>But before anyone had time to be really frightened there was a patter of feet and
+    Jean herself came running.</p>
+    <p>"Oh, oh," she cried, her eyes shining, "what do you think? Just as soon as I was
+    on Jenny's back she started for the barn. And when we came round by the barnyard she
+    stopped and said 'Moo, moo,' an' then a little calf&mdash;just like Jenny&mdash;that
+    I hadn't seen 'cause it was lying down, jumped up, an' came running to the gate an'
+    put its head through. Jenny put her head down an' kissed it, then she turned her head
+    and looked at me, an' I jumped right down off her back an' kissed it too. For I knew
+    it was Jenny's calf an' she had taken me out the first thing to show it to me. Wasn't
+    it nice of Jenny to want me to see her calf? an' grandpa, can I name it?"</p>
+    <p>Grandpa said he thought it was very nice indeed, of Jenny to show Jean her baby,
+    and they had been waiting for her to come and name it.</p>
+    <p>"Oh, oh!" cried Jean again, "and I have a name all ready. It is Daisy."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>VAIN WISHES.</h3>
+    <h4>BY HELEN I. CASTELLA.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Sometimes I think I'd like to be</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>A duck to splash in the pond so free:</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And then again I've pondered o'er</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The hen that clucks near the barnyard
+    door.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The guinea's life is freer than all,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>She wanders off, nor listens to call,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But the pine cone chips that fall on
+    me,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Remind me of squirrels far up in the
+    tree&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The nuts they're gath'ring to store
+    away</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>'Gainst skies of winter's cold and
+    grey.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There's something else that skips so
+    free</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Through the brush with hardly a glance at
+    me;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>With his furry coat, he's quick as a
+    wink,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Would I be a rabbit? I stop and think.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But between you and I&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>After all, what's the use</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>In spending my time regretting?</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There's only one thing I'll turn
+    into&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>A goose!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>If I waste many moments in fretting!</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus05.jpg' width='650' height='73'
+      alt='The Things in the Garden By GERTRUDE WARNER' />
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>Rose and Marguerite were playing in the nursery when they heard a queer bumping
+    noise down in the back yard.</p>
+    <p>"What's that?" asked Rose, stopping to listen.</p>
+    <p>"That's Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee. He's awful cross today,"
+    said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a second Rose had her
+    head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee and
+    looking dreadfully cross.</p>
+    <p>"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.</p>
+    <p>"Nuffin'," said Stubby.</p>
+    <p>"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"</p>
+    <p>"What fings?"</p>
+    <p>"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her head
+    in.</p>
+    <p>"How <i>can</i> you play with that cross, <i>cross</i> Stubby?" asked Marguerite.
+    "He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's just plain
+    cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the playhouse before five
+    o'clock."</p>
+    <p>"Mother said I might stay till six," said Rose gently, "and I've thought of
+    something to keep him busy. Come!"</p>
+    <p>Marguerite gave Rose a bear-hug and soon Stubby saw them coming across the lawn.
+    Rose stopped under the apple tree to look for green apples.</p>
+    <p>"Muvver says not eat green apples," shouted Stubby.</p>
+    <p>Rose held up a little one. "Come on," she called. "Find one the size of that!"</p>
+    <p>Stubby became interested in spite of himself, and more so, as Rose began picking
+    thorns off the rosebush and sticking them into the apple for eyes, nose and
+    mouth.</p>
+    <p>Marguerite and Stubby began making one like Rose's.</p>
+    <p>"Now, find a stick and push it in for the body," said Rose.</p>
+    <p>Stubby rammed one in so hard that it came out at the top of his doll's head.
+    "That'll be good to stick a hat to," he said cheerfully.</p>
+    <p>"They look pretty thin," said Marguerite holding hers at arms length.</p>
+    <p>"But wait till they have clothes on," said Rose happily. "Hollyhocks are fine for
+    clothes."</p>
+    <p>So Stubby raced off for hollyhocks, picking the short stems off very carefully;
+    first the large, silver-white ones, then shell-pink ones and last of all, the dark,
+    velvety, red ones.</p>
+    <p>"Mine's going to be red," shouted Stubby, running back with his hands full.</p>
+    <p>"Then take three, one for the waist and two for the ruffly skirt," said Rose.</p>
+    <p>"I know what'll be good for a parasol," said Stubby, sitting down beside Rose.</p>
+    <p>"What?" asked Rose.</p>
+    <p>Stubby pointed to the morning-glory vine climbing all over the arbor, with its
+    pink and violet blossoms rolled tightly up, <i>just</i> like an umbrella! Rose
+    clapped her hands.</p>
+    <p>"Just the thing," she cried.</p>
+    <p>The children next made long braids of hair of striped grass, and fastened them to
+    the backs of the dolls' heads with thorns. Then they bound broad sashes of satiny
+    grass around the waists and used the flat nasturtium leaves for sailor hats.</p>
+    <p>"Now we must begin a house for them to live in," proceeded Rose. "Pick up little
+    stones and make squares on the piazza floor for rooms."</p>
+    <p>Stubby soon made four rooms, leaving a door in each, with a hall down the
+    middle.</p>
+    <p>"We can have grape leaves for blankets on the beds, and rose-petals for pillows,
+    can't we?" said Stubby excitedly, "and a big, flat stone for a table and little
+    stones for chairs!&mdash;and more rose petals for chair cushions!"</p>
+    <p>Marguerite was busily pinning a sweet-pea on her doll's head for a bonnet, and
+    Rose finished arranging an acorn cup full of tiny green grapes for apples, before she
+    replied.</p>
+    <p>"Stubby," she said at last, "you're a very clever boy."</p>
+    <p>She deftly cut a green apple in two as she spoke, and began hollowing one half out
+    with a sharp stick. "This will make a good set-bowl," she said, getting very red in
+    the face with so much digging. "Now, Stubby's got the idea, we can go back and
+    arrange the playhouse."</p>
+    <p>"Oh, I'd rather do this!" cried Marguerite. "We can arrange that playhouse any
+    rainy day."</p>
+    <p>"Well, if you want to, we'll keep on," said Rose, looking very happy, and giving
+    Stubby a bear-hug.</p>
+    <p>Stubby didn't usually like being hugged, but this time he hugged Rose back, and
+    said, "My doll's name is going to be Rose."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE PRINCESSES AND THE WOOD-CUTTER'S DAUGHTER.</h3>
+    <h4>BY JANE WEST.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>When the queen was riding in the forest she met the woodcutter's little daughter,
+    and she was so pleased with the child that she invited her to visit at the palace.
+    The child, Avis, came the next day, and she was taken up to the royal nursery to play
+    with the princesses.</p>
+    <p>Before long the children were arguing about what game they should play. Then Rose,
+    who was the eldest, remembered her duty to the visitor.</p>
+    <p>"What would you like to play, Avis?" she said.</p>
+    <p>"I'd like to play whatever the rest of you like," said Avis with her bright
+    smile.</p>
+    <p>After that the princesses were ashamed to argue about it. They agreed to let
+    Mignon, the smallest of them, choose. She chose Ring-around-a-rosy, and they all
+    played, and had a great deal of fun.</p>
+    <p>When the queen came in for a few minutes Avis remembered to draw up the best
+    chair, and place a footstool for her feet.</p>
+    <p>All day Avis was so sweet and good-natured that the princesses quite hated to part
+    with her. They said good-night, when she went, urging her to come soon again.</p>
+    <p>"How does Avis learn to be polite?" Rose asked the queen that night. "She is only
+    a poor woodcutter's daughter, and lives in a weed cottage. But she has better manners
+    than we, who live in the palace."</p>
+    <p>"Why, my child, you have forgotten what politeness is. Mignon, my little one, I
+    just taught you yesterday, stand forth and tell your sisters."</p>
+    <p>So Mignonette put her hands behind her, and chanted:</p>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Politeness is to do, and say</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The kindest thing, in the kindest
+    way."</span><br />
+
+    <p>"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes from a
+    kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she lives in the hut or
+    the palace."</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.</h3>
+    <h4>BY MARGARET COLTON.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad
+    place,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And a dangerous pitfall, too,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>So easy it seems to slip into its
+    depths&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And some of the little folks do!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Oh, I'm sorry for them when I witness their
+    woe,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Their faces all wrinkle and twist about
+    so;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And to their assistance I gladly would
+    go&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But I dread the sad Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>I dread the sad Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The sun never shines in the Valley of
+    Grump;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>The wind always blows from the east;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The air, I have noticed, is constantly
+    chill,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And never warms up in the least.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>As every one weeps, there are tears all the
+    day;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And when people are cross, they have little to
+    say;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And when faces are ugly, they look t'other
+    way&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>So beware of the Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Beware of the Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus07.jpg' width='450' height='362'
+      alt='The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump' />
+    </center>
+    <center>
+      <b>The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Yet sometimes they speak in the Valley of
+    Grump,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And their language, I'm told, is a
+    whine&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>You may have been troubled by sound of that
+    speech,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But I hope that fate won't be mine.</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And sometimes, from down in the depths of the
+    vale,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The whine rises up in a terrible wail;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And the people who hear are like to turn
+    pale,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And flee from the Valley of Grump, my
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Far away from the Valley of Grump!</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>There the tears ever falling are turned into
+    fog</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>That hangs o'er the vale damp and
+    chill,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And in it the little folks shiver and
+    shake</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Till they really are well-nigh ill!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>So I long to cry out to the sad little
+    crew,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>"Come up to the sunshine, you grumpy ones,
+    do!</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Your tears are all needless, if only you
+    knew&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Come out of the Valley of Grump, poor
+    dears,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come out of the Valley of Grump!"</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>THE "BITER'S" WAGON.</h3>
+    <h4>By Mary E.Q. Brush.</h4>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>I am sorry to say that little Chalmers Ashton was afraid of things! And you know
+    there was really nothing to be afraid of, for he lived in a safe, comfortable house
+    in the best part of town, and there were father and mother and grandpa and Uncle
+    James, Tilly the maid and Billy the hired man to look after him&mdash;to say nothing
+    of Mr. O'Brien, the burly policeman in blue coat and brass buttons, who used to
+    stroll up and down the street after nightfall.</p>
+    <p>But Chalmers used to "imagine things"&mdash;"think them up in his mind." I can't
+    begin to tell you just what they were&mdash;only some were like snakes and some had
+    horns and sharp teeth and glaring eyes and they growled like everything.</p>
+    <p>Chalmers made up a name for them; he called them "The Biters." Awful silly wasn't
+    it, to be afraid of made-up things?</p>
+    <p>One day an animal show came to the town. For one whole day big white tents were in
+    the meadow at the rear of the orchard which belonged to Chalmers' father, and, what
+    with the rumbling red and yellow wagons, the noise and confusion, the shouting of the
+    men, the roaring of the lions and howling and snarling of the other
+    animals&mdash;well, really, it was almost like being next door to a jungle! And it
+    was after midnight before everything was packed up and put on board the long train of
+    cars.</p>
+    <p>Now the show people left one of their smaller wagons behind them; it was a very
+    old one and something was the matter with it so that they didn't think it worth while
+    repairing. So the next morning, there it stood near the elm tree out in the meadow.
+    Then, what do you suppose? Well, it was a very foolish thing to do, but Chalmers got
+    it into his head that some of the animals had been left in that wagon!</p>
+    <p>"I dare say they are 'Biters,' and maybe, sometime if I go near them, they'll
+    pounce out and grab me!" the little boy said to himself, and not a day passed that he
+    didn't cast scared glances toward the tattered cover of the wagon. Of course there
+    were times when he felt quite brave and actually wanted to peep into the wagon; more
+    than once he had visions of what a delightful time he might have with it, making
+    believe it was a street car, or playing with it as an omnibus&mdash;but he never
+    mustered up enough courage to do this.</p>
+    <p>One day as he came home from school he happened to glance at the wagon and his
+    heart seemed to jump up into his throat. Surely there was something stirring inside
+    that wagon; he saw the canvas cover bulge out&mdash;no, it wasn't the wind fluttering
+    it! Besides he was positive that he heard queer noises inside.</p>
+    <p>"It's the 'Biters'&mdash;I know it is;" he gasped.</p>
+    <p>At first he was tempted to run right into the house, then something inside of him
+    seemed to say, "Don't be such a coward, Chalmers! Don't you remember what the teacher
+    told you today about General Washington and other brave men?"</p>
+    <p>So Chalmers stood still a minute.</p>
+    <p>"I'll not be a coward! Besides, there's mother sitting and sewing on the side
+    porch."</p>
+    <p>So Chalmers climbed over into the meadow and went toward the wagon. When he got to
+    the rear of it and peeped in, what do you think he heard and saw? Oh, such a lot of
+    chuckles and giggles, and there, seated in a row were his cousins&mdash;plump little
+    Marjory, laughing Sharley and cute little Jim!</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus08.jpg' width='400' height='434'
+      alt='There seated in a row were his cousins!' /><br />
+      <b>There seated in a row were his cousins!</b>
+    </center>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"We've come to spend the day with you and we thought we'd hide and surprise you!"
+    cried Sharley, while Marjory added. "Oh, isn't this wagon the jolliest old place to
+    play in! You must have lots of fun with it."</p>
+    <p>"Well, I'm going to have some fun with it now," Chalmers replied as he climbed up
+    to take a seat beside her.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus09.jpg' width='500' height='99' alt='Knowledge Box' />
+    </center>
+    <h3>Ruth's Pretty Dress.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>"My dress <i>is so pretty</i>," said Ruth, smoothing its soft fold and patting her
+    own curls as she looked at her pretty reflection in the big mirror. "Yes," said the
+    mother, "your dress <i>is</i> pretty, dear, and let mother tell you something about
+    how many helped to make your dress.</p>
+    <p>"First, a little brown seed baby was put into the ground and it grew up to be a
+    plant with flowers on it. Then the flowers dropped off and little green pods came in
+    their places. These pods made a nice little house for the seed babies, but when the
+    little seeds got ripe they burst their house open and it was all full of soft, white
+    cotton. Some little boys and girls picked the cotton out, and then some men put it in
+    a machine and took the seed all out of the soft white stuff, and then it went to
+    another big house and was made into thread, and then into a beautiful piece of cloth,
+    and mother and auntie made your pretty dress out of the seed babies' cotton blanket.
+    Isn't it nice that everybody helps Ruthie girl to have pretty things."</p>
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Written for Dew Drops by Francis McKinnon Morton.</i></p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>OUR LESSON.&mdash;For August 23.</h3>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <p>Title.&mdash;The Wedding Feast.&mdash;Matt. 22:1-14.</p>
+    <p>Golden Text.&mdash;O Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children
+    together, even as a hen gathereth her own brood under her wings!&mdash;Luke
+    13:34.</p>
+    <p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>&mdash;<i>We love him, because he first loved
+    us.</i>&mdash;1 John 4:19.</p>
+    <p>Truth.&mdash;The great love of Jesus is for even those who would harm him.</p>
+    <p>1. Jesus told a parable about the kingdom of heaven.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus10.jpg' width='400' height='322' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>2. He said it is like a king who made a marriage feast for his son.</p>
+    <p>3. When the feast was ready he sent messengers to ask his guests to come to the
+    feast.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus11.jpg' width='400' height='444' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>4. Some did not listen to the invitation, and others went about their work.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus12.jpg' width='400' height='417' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>5. Still others abused the king's servants, and killed them.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus13.jpg' width='400' height='301' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>6. The king sent out his army to punish the murderers.</p>
+    <p>7. The king then sent his servants out into the streets to invite whoever could be
+    found to come to the feast.</p>
+    <p>8. They brought in the poor and rich, the good and bad.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus15.jpg' width='400' height='390' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>9. The king went in to the feast to see his guests.</p>
+    <p>10. He found one man who showed his disrespect for the king by not wearing his
+    wedding garment as he should have done.</p>
+    <p>11. The king sent him away from the feast.</p>
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus14.jpg' width='400' height='493' alt='Illustration' />
+    </center>
+    <p>12. All are asked to come to God's feast, but few accept his invitation.</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 a parable?</p>
+    <p>2. What did he say the kingdom of heaven is like?</p>
+    <p>3. When the feast was served for whom did the guests send?</p>
+    <p>4. To what did some of them refuse to listen?</p>
+    <p>5. What did still others do to the king's servants?</p>
+    <p>6. What did the king do to these murderers?</p>
+    <p>7. Whom did the king send his servants out into the streets to invite?</p>
+    <p>8. Whom did they bring to the feast?</p>
+    <p>9. Who went in to see his guests?</p>
+    <p>10. Who was not wearing the wedding garment?</p>
+    <p>11. What did the king do with him?</p>
+    <p>12. Who are asked to come to God's feast?</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4>
+    <p><i>Tune</i>&mdash;"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come and love the Savior now,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Let us all before him bow;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>We must not reject his call,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>For he owns and loves us all.</span><br />
+
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Title of Lesson for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p>A Day of Questions.&mdash;Matt. 22:15-22.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Golden Text for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p>Render ... unto God the things that are God's.&mdash;Matt. 22:21.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 45%;' />
+    <h4>Beginners Golden Text for Aug. 30.</h4>
+    <p><i>We love him, because he first loved us.</i>&mdash;1 John 4:19.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <center>
+      <img src='images/illus16.jpg' width='500' height='95'
+      alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' />
+    </center>
+    <h3>A Rule That Worked Both Ways.</h3>
+    <br />
+
+    <p>It is a poor rule that will not work both ways. At least, so thought Mrs.
+    Fletcher, though her son, Ralph Fletcher, did not seem to be of the same opinion
+    until he had first tasted some of his own medicine.</p>
+    <p>"I wish you would pick up that book, Ralph. You have stepped over it twice and
+    have still left it on the floor," Mrs. Fletcher said to her son one morning.</p>
+    <p>"I did not drop it, mother; it was Grace," Ralph replied.</p>
+    <p>"And because you did not drop it, you think you should not pick it up? It would be
+    a very unhappy world, Ralph, if all worked on that principle. However, as you seem
+    unwilling to be polite and brotherly, I must ask Grace to place the book on the table
+    again."</p>
+    <p>A few mornings afterward, Ralph went to his mother, saying:</p>
+    <p>"Mother, dear, will you take a stitch in this ball for me? I ripped it playing
+    with Frank Danver. Will you do it now? because I'm in a hurry."</p>
+    <p>"I did not rip the ball, and so I see no reason why I should mend it," Mrs.
+    Fletcher said. "You did the damage; you must repair it."</p>
+    <p>"Oh, mother&mdash;" Ralph began, then stopped suddenly.</p>
+    <p>"Yes. It is not quite as nice a rule for others to work by, is it, Ralph?"</p>
+    <p>"No; and it won't be nice for me after this, if I can help it," Ralph replied with
+    a blush.</p>
+    <p>After which, one may be sure, the mother's fingers went to work quickly upon the
+    ball. But that is a way mothers have, of ever standing ready to give help and
+    encouragement to their boys and girls.</p>
+    <hr style='width: 65%;' />
+    <h3>SWINGING.</h3>
+    <h4>BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD.</h4>
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Swing, swing, under the apple tree,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Down in the orchard when apples are
+    red;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Catch the rope tightly then up and away you
+    go,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up to the green, spreading boughs
+    overhead.</span><br />
+    <br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Swing, swing under the apple tree,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up till you see the sky through the
+    green;</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Down till your feet sweep the grass growing under
+    you,</span><br />
+    <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Up, up again to the wide, leafy
+    screen.</span><br />
+
+    <p>&mdash;<i>Youth's Companion.</i></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.&mdash;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,</p>
+    <p>DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEW DROPS, VOL. 37, NO. 34, AUGUST 23, 1914***</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 34, August 23, 1914,
+by Various, Edited by David C. (Jr.) Cook
+
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+Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 34, August 23, 1914
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: November 24, 2004  [eBook #14147]
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+Language: English
+
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEW DROPS, VOL. 37, NO. 34, AUGUST
+23, 1914***
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+
+DEW DROPS
+
+VOL. 37, No. 34. Weekly
+
+David C. Cook Publishing Co., Elgin, Illinois
+
+David C. Cook, Jr., Managing Editor
+Mabelle M. Carbaugh, Assistant Editor
+
+August 23, 1914
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Billikens' Surprise
+
+By HELEN HAWLEY
+
+
+Gilbert was a little boy who was going to have the first suit of
+clothes, that were not homemade. Wasn't that an event! Gilbert thought
+so. He was going to the city with father and mother to be fitted.
+
+Mr. Haywood said to his wife. "You'd better take the boy and go with me
+as far as Branton. It's the best place I know of, for fitting out little
+fellows like him. Maybe I can stop over long enough to help you. I'll
+look up the time-table."
+
+That's the way it happened that Gilbert and his mother came back to
+their home at midnight. For this story isn't about the hours in the
+city, it's about the reaching home so very late. Maybe you'll like to
+know, though, that the new clothes were all right, and Gilbert was a
+very happy though a very sleepy boy by midnight.
+
+But he was wide-awake enough when the cab drew up at their own door, and
+he heard his mother exclaim. "Why, the house is lighted! There's a
+bright light in the living room, and in the dining room too!" Mrs.
+Haywood had paid the driver and he whirled the cab away before she
+thought. "I do wish I'd asked him to stay, until we could see what it
+means."
+
+Gilbert was eager to press forward, but his mother put him behind her.
+She fully expected to see burglars searching for silver, or taking money
+from the desk.
+
+But the sight which actually greeted her made her drop into a chair and
+laugh. And Gilbert! He threw up his cap, almost shouting. "That's great,
+isn't it, mother? Wasn't it cute of Billikens to light up for us to get
+in?"
+
+Now Billikens was a beautiful white Persian kitten, which had come to
+Gilbert on his last birthday, and as full of mischief as a kitten could
+be. Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair under one of the
+lights, looking for all the world as if he tried to say, "I did it, for
+sure."
+
+[Illustration: Billikens sat perched on the back of an easy-chair.]
+
+It was this way: Gilbert had often held Billikens up to play with the
+electric light cords, and once when the kitten had pulled just right,
+the light flashed out. Afterward, it became a kind of game to take him
+round to the brackets, and let him light up.
+
+"I'm afraid we'll have to stop his doing it," Gilbert's mother said. "I
+doubt if you can teach a cat that what is done in play mustn't be done
+in earnest."
+
+"That's too bad," Gilbert was quite grieved. "It's such fun to see him
+put on the lights. He almost laughs, himself. We could shut him up if we
+were away, mother dear."
+
+"Well, perhaps."
+
+Gilbert was a thoughtful little chap. Now he said, "I learned, didn't I,
+mother? Grandfather liked to have me pull his whiskers when he was
+awake, but once I pulled them when he was taking a nap, and he didn't
+like it one bit. I never did it after that."
+
+[Illustration: Billikens]
+
+
+
+
+DILLY AND HER DOUBLE-FACED DOLLY.
+
+
+"I think you ought to invite Dilly to your party, Mildred," said Mrs.
+Fuller. "She lives so near us, and you've invited every other little
+girl on the street."
+
+"Why," said Mildred, "she'd be sure to bring that dreadful doll that she
+loves so much. Some of the girls wouldn't come if she were invited. You
+said, mamma, I might ask just whom I pleased."
+
+Mrs. Fuller said nothing more, and the dainty notes of invitation flew
+here and there, but none stopped at Dilly's door. Dilly hardly expected
+an invitation, but there were some bitter tears which fell down on
+Arabella's face.
+
+Arabella was the name of one side of her doll. The doll was a
+crooked-neck squash with a stick for its body. It had two faces--one on
+each side of its head, and ink lines drawn round some of the yellow
+warts, made very prominent features.
+
+This doll was the comfort of Dilly's life. The yellow noses were worn
+quite flat with her kisses, and she never had a trouble which was not
+poured into the two sympathizing ears, owned in common by Arabella and
+Angelina.
+
+The afternoon of the party came, and Dilly, with her doll, watched the
+gay little folks gather on the lawn in front of Mildred's home. She
+soon became interested in their play, and quite forgot that she was not
+one of them, in her excitement over a game of hide-and-seek. Presently
+Mrs. Fuller called them for some pleasant surprise, and they all ran in,
+leaving their dolls leaning against the piazza.
+
+There was nothing more to see. Dilly was gathering up her doll, when
+something made her spring up and cry out.
+
+Rover, Johnny Cooper's dog, shot past her, barking loudly, his eyes
+gleaming with mischief.
+
+Rover was the terror of every little girl in the neighborhood. Johnny
+sometimes teased his sisters by sending Rover after their dolls. Rover
+liked the sport, and came to think that dolls were his natural prey.
+Next to a big bone, there was nothing that delighted him so much as to
+shake a doll to pieces. He had seen the long row of dainty little
+figures, and was dashing towards them. Dilly ran after him, threatening
+and coaxing, but he did not notice her. Then she waved her turkey-red
+handkerchief, and screamed as loudly as she could, to attract someone's
+attention. But no one came.
+
+Dilly thought of just one thing she could do. A last kiss on Arabella's
+face, and then--"Rover!"
+
+The cry sounded so sharp and strange that Rover turned his head.
+S-w-i-s-h! Right down at his side there swooped such a queer-looking
+doll as Rover, with all his varied experience, had never seen. He made a
+dash for it.
+
+Dilly darted past him, and, gathering up the dolls, laid them in the
+hall, and shut the door. Her apron was over her face when she went down
+the walk, but a strange, crunching sound told her what had happened to
+her doll.
+
+Mildred found Dilly at home a few minutes later, folding away a little,
+ragged doll's cap, and drenching it with tears.
+
+Mildred put her arms around Dilly's neck. "Oh, Dilly," she said, "it was
+so beautiful of you! Aunt Lou saw it all from the window. I'm so 'shamed
+to think how I've treated you. Do you think you could forgive me? If you
+could I'd love you all my life."
+
+Dilly forgave her, and, all in her ragged dress, went home with Mildred.
+Every little girl kissed her, and she stopped to tea.
+
+Not long after, a beautiful doll came to Dilly. It was Mildred's gift,
+and all the little girls who were at the party helped to dress it.
+
+Dilly loves it dearly, and though it will never take the place of the
+dear, double-faced doll, she is very happy, for Mildred is her loyal
+friend.
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+A good cure for discontent--count your blessings every day.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT JENNY SHOWED JEAN.
+
+BY ADELE E. THOMPSON.
+
+
+It was a happy day for Jean when the cars started that were to take her
+and Big Sister all the way to Grandpa's.
+
+When they left the train it was just as she had thought it would be.
+There was grandpa waiting to meet them, the ride through the green
+fields behind Prince, the big white house with dear grandma waiting at
+the door, Tobias the gray cat, the speckled hens; all her friends, for
+grandpa had even opened the pasture gate and let Jenny, the pretty
+Jersey cow, come on the lawn to welcome Jean.
+
+And Jean! She had hardly taken off her hat before she ran out to see
+them all. But Jenny was her especial favorite, because grandpa had
+brought her up from a calf and she was so gentle that she had let Jean
+take many a ride on her back. Jean had just given her a good hug when
+grandpa came by leading Prince to pasture. "Please put me on her," she
+begged.
+
+"All right," he answered. "Take hold of the strap round her neck and
+don't ride far."
+
+"No, I won't. Jenny always stops for me to jump off when I want to."
+
+But when grandpa came back there was no little girl, no Jersey cow
+anywhere to be seen. Grandma and Big Sister had been so busy talking
+that they had not missed her, now when they called there was no answer.
+Where could Jean be?
+
+But before anyone had time to be really frightened there was a patter of
+feet and Jean herself came running.
+
+"Oh, oh," she cried, her eyes shining, "what do you think? Just as soon
+as I was on Jenny's back she started for the barn. And when we came
+round by the barnyard she stopped and said 'Moo, moo,' an' then a little
+calf--just like Jenny--that I hadn't seen 'cause it was lying down,
+jumped up, an' came running to the gate an' put its head through. Jenny
+put her head down an' kissed it, then she turned her head and looked at
+me, an' I jumped right down off her back an' kissed it too. For I knew
+it was Jenny's calf an' she had taken me out the first thing to show it
+to me. Wasn't it nice of Jenny to want me to see her calf? an' grandpa,
+can I name it?"
+
+Grandpa said he thought it was very nice indeed, of Jenny to show Jean
+her baby, and they had been waiting for her to come and name it.
+
+"Oh, oh!" cried Jean again, "and I have a name all ready. It is Daisy."
+
+
+
+
+VAIN WISHES.
+
+BY HELEN I. CASTELLA.
+
+
+     Sometimes I think I'd like to be
+     A duck to splash in the pond so free:
+     And then again I've pondered o'er
+     The hen that clucks near the barnyard door.
+     The guinea's life is freer than all,
+     She wanders off, nor listens to call,
+     But the pine cone chips that fall on me,
+     Remind me of squirrels far up in the tree--
+     The nuts they're gath'ring to store away
+     'Gainst skies of winter's cold and grey.
+     There's something else that skips so free
+     Through the brush with hardly a glance at me;
+     With his furry coat, he's quick as a wink,
+     Would I be a rabbit? I stop and think.
+     But between you and I--
+     After all, what's the use
+     In spending my time regretting?
+     There's only one thing I'll turn into--
+     A goose!
+     If I waste many moments in fretting!
+
+
+
+
+The Things in the Garden
+
+By GERTRUDE WARNER
+
+
+Rose and Marguerite were playing in the nursery when they heard a queer
+bumping noise down in the back yard.
+
+"What's that?" asked Rose, stopping to listen.
+
+"That's Stubby, kicking his heels against the settee. He's awful cross
+today," said Marguerite, and kept right on making the doll's bed. In a
+second Rose had her head out of the window. There sat Stubby, kicking
+his heels against the settee and looking dreadfully cross.
+
+"Why, Stubby dear, what's the matter?" she called sweetly.
+
+"Nuffin'," said Stubby.
+
+"Why don't you play with the things in the garden?"
+
+"What fings?"
+
+"Wait a minute and we'll come down and show you," Rose said, drawing her
+head in.
+
+"How _can_ you play with that cross, _cross_ Stubby?" asked Marguerite.
+"He isn't sick, and we've done everything to please him all day. He's
+just plain cross. And if you play with him we can't finish arranging the
+playhouse before five o'clock."
+
+[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood & Underwood, N.Y.]
+
+"Mother said I might stay till six," said Rose gently, "and I've thought
+of something to keep him busy. Come!"
+
+Marguerite gave Rose a bear-hug and soon Stubby saw them coming across
+the lawn. Rose stopped under the apple tree to look for green apples.
+
+"Muvver says not eat green apples," shouted Stubby.
+
+Rose held up a little one. "Come on," she called. "Find one the size of
+that!"
+
+Stubby became interested in spite of himself, and more so, as Rose began
+picking thorns off the rosebush and sticking them into the apple for
+eyes, nose and mouth.
+
+Marguerite and Stubby began making one like Rose's.
+
+"Now, find a stick and push it in for the body," said Rose.
+
+Stubby rammed one in so hard that it came out at the top of his doll's
+head. "That'll be good to stick a hat to," he said cheerfully.
+
+"They look pretty thin," said Marguerite holding hers at arms length.
+
+"But wait till they have clothes on," said Rose happily. "Hollyhocks are
+fine for clothes."
+
+So Stubby raced off for hollyhocks, picking the short stems off very
+carefully; first the large, silver-white ones, then shell-pink ones and
+last of all, the dark, velvety, red ones.
+
+"Mine's going to be red," shouted Stubby, running back with his hands
+full.
+
+"Then take three, one for the waist and two for the ruffly skirt," said
+Rose.
+
+"I know what'll be good for a parasol," said Stubby, sitting down beside
+Rose.
+
+"What?" asked Rose.
+
+Stubby pointed to the morning-glory vine climbing all over the arbor,
+with its pink and violet blossoms rolled tightly up, _just_ like an
+umbrella! Rose clapped her hands.
+
+"Just the thing," she cried.
+
+The children next made long braids of hair of striped grass, and
+fastened them to the backs of the dolls' heads with thorns. Then they
+bound broad sashes of satiny grass around the waists and used the flat
+nasturtium leaves for sailor hats.
+
+"Now we must begin a house for them to live in," proceeded Rose. "Pick
+up little stones and make squares on the piazza floor for rooms."
+
+Stubby soon made four rooms, leaving a door in each, with a hall down
+the middle.
+
+"We can have grape leaves for blankets on the beds, and rose-petals for
+pillows, can't we?" said Stubby excitedly, "and a big, flat stone for a
+table and little stones for chairs!--and more rose petals for chair
+cushions!"
+
+Marguerite was busily pinning a sweet-pea on her doll's head for a
+bonnet, and Rose finished arranging an acorn cup full of tiny green
+grapes for apples, before she replied.
+
+"Stubby," she said at last, "you're a very clever boy."
+
+She deftly cut a green apple in two as she spoke, and began hollowing
+one half out with a sharp stick. "This will make a good set-bowl," she
+said, getting very red in the face with so much digging. "Now, Stubby's
+got the idea, we can go back and arrange the playhouse."
+
+"Oh, I'd rather do this!" cried Marguerite. "We can arrange that
+playhouse any rainy day."
+
+"Well, if you want to, we'll keep on," said Rose, looking very happy,
+and giving Stubby a bear-hug.
+
+Stubby didn't usually like being hugged, but this time he hugged Rose
+back, and said, "My doll's name is going to be Rose."
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCESSES AND THE WOOD-CUTTER'S DAUGHTER.
+
+BY JANE WEST.
+
+
+When the queen was riding in the forest she met the woodcutter's little
+daughter, and she was so pleased with the child that she invited her to
+visit at the palace. The child, Avis, came the next day, and she was
+taken up to the royal nursery to play with the princesses.
+
+Before long the children were arguing about what game they should play.
+Then Rose, who was the eldest, remembered her duty to the visitor.
+
+"What would you like to play, Avis?" she said.
+
+"I'd like to play whatever the rest of you like," said Avis with her
+bright smile.
+
+After that the princesses were ashamed to argue about it. They agreed to
+let Mignon, the smallest of them, choose. She chose Ring-around-a-rosy,
+and they all played, and had a great deal of fun.
+
+When the queen came in for a few minutes Avis remembered to draw up the
+best chair, and place a footstool for her feet.
+
+All day Avis was so sweet and good-natured that the princesses quite
+hated to part with her. They said good-night, when she went, urging her
+to come soon again.
+
+"How does Avis learn to be polite?" Rose asked the queen that night.
+"She is only a poor woodcutter's daughter, and lives in a weed cottage.
+But she has better manners than we, who live in the palace."
+
+"Why, my child, you have forgotten what politeness is. Mignon, my little
+one, I just taught you yesterday, stand forth and tell your sisters."
+
+So Mignonette put her hands behind her, and chanted:
+
+     "Politeness is to do, and say
+     The kindest thing, in the kindest way."
+
+"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes
+from a kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she
+lives in the hut or the palace."
+
+
+
+
+THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.
+
+BY MARGARET COLTON.
+
+
+     The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad place,
+       And a dangerous pitfall, too,
+     So easy it seems to slip into its depths--
+       And some of the little folks do!
+     Oh, I'm sorry for them when I witness their woe,
+       Their faces all wrinkle and twist about so;
+     And to their assistance I gladly would go--
+       But I dread the sad Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       I dread the sad Valley of Grump!
+
+     The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump;
+       The wind always blows from the east;
+     The air, I have noticed, is constantly chill,
+       And never warms up in the least.
+     As every one weeps, there are tears all the day;
+       And when people are cross, they have little to say;
+     And when faces are ugly, they look t'other way--
+       So beware of the Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       Beware of the Valley of Grump!
+
+[Illustration: The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump]
+
+     Yet sometimes they speak in the Valley of Grump,
+       And their language, I'm told, is a whine--
+     You may have been troubled by sound of that speech,
+       But I hope that fate won't be mine.
+     And sometimes, from down in the depths of the vale,
+     The whine rises up in a terrible wail;
+     And the people who hear are like to turn pale,
+       And flee from the Valley of Grump, my dears,
+       Far away from the Valley of Grump!
+
+     There the tears ever falling are turned into fog
+       That hangs o'er the vale damp and chill,
+     And in it the little folks shiver and shake
+       Till they really are well-nigh ill!
+     So I long to cry out to the sad little crew,
+      "Come up to the sunshine, you grumpy ones, do!
+     Your tears are all needless, if only you knew--
+       Come out of the Valley of Grump, poor dears,
+     Come out of the Valley of Grump!"
+
+
+
+
+THE "BITER'S" WAGON.
+
+By Mary E.Q. Brush.
+
+
+I am sorry to say that little Chalmers Ashton was afraid of things! And
+you know there was really nothing to be afraid of, for he lived in a
+safe, comfortable house in the best part of town, and there were father
+and mother and grandpa and Uncle James, Tilly the maid and Billy the
+hired man to look after him--to say nothing of Mr. O'Brien, the burly
+policeman in blue coat and brass buttons, who used to stroll up and down
+the street after nightfall.
+
+But Chalmers used to "imagine things"--"think them up in his mind." I
+can't begin to tell you just what they were--only some were like snakes
+and some had horns and sharp teeth and glaring eyes and they growled
+like everything.
+
+Chalmers made up a name for them; he called them "The Biters." Awful
+silly wasn't it, to be afraid of made-up things?
+
+One day an animal show came to the town. For one whole day big white
+tents were in the meadow at the rear of the orchard which belonged to
+Chalmers' father, and, what with the rumbling red and yellow wagons, the
+noise and confusion, the shouting of the men, the roaring of the lions
+and howling and snarling of the other animals--well, really, it was
+almost like being next door to a jungle! And it was after midnight
+before everything was packed up and put on board the long train of cars.
+
+Now the show people left one of their smaller wagons behind them; it was
+a very old one and something was the matter with it so that they didn't
+think it worth while repairing. So the next morning, there it stood near
+the elm tree out in the meadow. Then, what do you suppose? Well, it was
+a very foolish thing to do, but Chalmers got it into his head that some
+of the animals had been left in that wagon!
+
+"I dare say they are 'Biters,' and maybe, sometime if I go near them,
+they'll pounce out and grab me!" the little boy said to himself, and not
+a day passed that he didn't cast scared glances toward the tattered
+cover of the wagon. Of course there were times when he felt quite brave
+and actually wanted to peep into the wagon; more than once he had
+visions of what a delightful time he might have with it, making believe
+it was a street car, or playing with it as an omnibus--but he never
+mustered up enough courage to do this.
+
+One day as he came home from school he happened to glance at the wagon
+and his heart seemed to jump up into his throat. Surely there was
+something stirring inside that wagon; he saw the canvas cover bulge
+out--no, it wasn't the wind fluttering it! Besides he was positive that
+he heard queer noises inside.
+
+"It's the 'Biters'--I know it is;" he gasped.
+
+At first he was tempted to run right into the house, then something
+inside of him seemed to say, "Don't be such a coward, Chalmers! Don't
+you remember what the teacher told you today about General Washington
+and other brave men?"
+
+So Chalmers stood still a minute.
+
+"I'll not be a coward! Besides, there's mother sitting and sewing on the
+side porch."
+
+So Chalmers climbed over into the meadow and went toward the wagon. When
+he got to the rear of it and peeped in, what do you think he heard and
+saw? Oh, such a lot of chuckles and giggles, and there, seated in a row
+were his cousins--plump little Marjory, laughing Sharley and cute little
+Jim!
+
+[Illustration: There seated in a row were his cousins!]
+
+"We've come to spend the day with you and we thought we'd hide and
+surprise you!" cried Sharley, while Marjory added. "Oh, isn't this wagon
+the jolliest old place to play in! You must have lots of fun with it."
+
+"Well, I'm going to have some fun with it now," Chalmers replied as he
+climbed up to take a seat beside her.
+
+
+
+
++---------------+
+|               |
+| Knowledge Box |
+|               |
++---------------+
+
+Ruth's Pretty Dress.
+
+
+"My dress _is so pretty_," said Ruth, smoothing its soft fold and
+patting her own curls as she looked at her pretty reflection in the big
+mirror. "Yes," said the mother, "your dress _is_ pretty, dear, and let
+mother tell you something about how many helped to make your dress.
+
+"First, a little brown seed baby was put into the ground and it grew up
+to be a plant with flowers on it. Then the flowers dropped off and
+little green pods came in their places. These pods made a nice little
+house for the seed babies, but when the little seeds got ripe they burst
+their house open and it was all full of soft, white cotton. Some little
+boys and girls picked the cotton out, and then some men put it in a
+machine and took the seed all out of the soft white stuff, and then it
+went to another big house and was made into thread, and then into a
+beautiful piece of cloth, and mother and auntie made your pretty dress
+out of the seed babies' cotton blanket. Isn't it nice that everybody
+helps Ruthie girl to have pretty things."
+
+--_Written for Dew Drops by Francis McKinnon Morton._
+
+
+
+
+OUR LESSON.--For August 23.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title.--The Wedding Feast.--Matt. 22:1-14.
+
+Golden Text.--O Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children
+together, even as a hen gathereth her own brood under her wings!--Luke
+13:34.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners._--_We love him, because he first loved
+us._--1 John 4:19.
+
+Truth.--The great love of Jesus is for even those who would harm him.
+
+1. Jesus told a parable about the kingdom of heaven.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. He said it is like a king who made a marriage feast for his son.
+
+3. When the feast was ready he sent messengers to ask his guests to come
+to the feast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+4. Some did not listen to the invitation, and others went about their
+work.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+5. Still others abused the king's servants, and killed them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+6. The king sent out his army to punish the murderers.
+
+7. The king then sent his servants out into the streets to invite
+whoever could be found to come to the feast.
+
+8. They brought in the poor and rich, the good and bad.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+9. The king went in to the feast to see his guests.
+
+10. He found one man who showed his disrespect for the king by not
+wearing his wedding garment as he should have done.
+
+11. The king sent him away from the feast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+12. All are asked to come to God's feast, but few accept his invitation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. About what did Jesus tell a parable?
+
+2. What did he say the kingdom of heaven is like?
+
+3. When the feast was served for whom did the guests send?
+
+4. To what did some of them refuse to listen?
+
+5. What did still others do to the king's servants?
+
+6. What did the king do to these murderers?
+
+7. Whom did the king send his servants out into the streets to invite?
+
+8. Whom did they bring to the feast?
+
+9. Who went in to see his guests?
+
+10. Who was not wearing the wedding garment?
+
+11. What did the king do with him?
+
+12. Who are asked to come to God's feast?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+     Come and love the Savior now,
+     Let us all before him bow;
+     We must not reject his call,
+     For he owns and loves us all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for Aug. 30.
+
+A Day of Questions.--Matt. 22:15-22.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for Aug. 30.
+
+Render ... unto God the things that are God's.--Matt. 22:21.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for Aug. 30.
+
+_We love him, because he first loved us._--1 John 4:19.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------+
+|                          |
+| Advice to Boys and Girls |
+|                          |
++--------------------------+
+
+A Rule That Worked Both Ways.
+
+
+It is a poor rule that will not work both ways. At least, so thought
+Mrs. Fletcher, though her son, Ralph Fletcher, did not seem to be of the
+same opinion until he had first tasted some of his own medicine.
+
+"I wish you would pick up that book, Ralph. You have stepped over it
+twice and have still left it on the floor," Mrs. Fletcher said to her
+son one morning.
+
+"I did not drop it, mother; it was Grace," Ralph replied.
+
+"And because you did not drop it, you think you should not pick it up?
+It would be a very unhappy world, Ralph, if all worked on that
+principle. However, as you seem unwilling to be polite and brotherly, I
+must ask Grace to place the book on the table again."
+
+A few mornings afterward, Ralph went to his mother, saying:
+
+"Mother, dear, will you take a stitch in this ball for me? I ripped it
+playing with Frank Danver. Will you do it now? because I'm in a hurry."
+
+"I did not rip the ball, and so I see no reason why I should mend it,"
+Mrs. Fletcher said. "You did the damage; you must repair it."
+
+"Oh, mother--" Ralph began, then stopped suddenly.
+
+"Yes. It is not quite as nice a rule for others to work by, is it,
+Ralph?"
+
+"No; and it won't be nice for me after this, if I can help it," Ralph
+replied with a blush.
+
+After which, one may be sure, the mother's fingers went to work quickly
+upon the ball. But that is a way mothers have, of ever standing ready to
+give help and encouragement to their boys and girls.
+
+
+
+
+SWINGING.
+
+BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD.
+
+
+     Swing, swing, under the apple tree,
+     Down in the orchard when apples are red;
+     Catch the rope tightly then up and away you go,
+     Up to the green, spreading boughs overhead.
+
+     Swing, swing under the apple tree,
+     Up till you see the sky through the green;
+     Down till your feet sweep the grass growing under you,
+     Up, up again to the wide, leafy screen.
+
+--_Youth's Companion._
+
+
+
+
+[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 DEW DROPS, VOL. 37, NO. 34, AUGUST
+23, 1914***
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