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Cook, Jr.</h1> + <hr class="full" /> + <p> </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’ 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—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—"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>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>A good cure for discontent—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 & Underwood, N.Y.' /> + </center> + <center> + <small><b>Copyright by Underwood & 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—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?"</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—</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—</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—</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!—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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—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"—"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.</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—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—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—no, it wasn't the wind fluttering + it! Besides he was positive that he heard queer noises inside.</p> + <p>"It's the 'Biters'—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—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>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Francis McKinnon Morton.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>OUR LESSON.—For August 23.</h3> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <p>Title.—The Wedding Feast.—Matt. 22:1-14.</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>—<i>We love him, because he first loved + us.</i>—1 John 4:19.</p> + <p>Truth.—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>—"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.—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.—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>—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—" 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>—<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.—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. 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