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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14283 ***
+
+DEW DROPS
+
+
+VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY.
+
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
+
+GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.
+
+APRIL 19, 1914.
+
+
+
+
+A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER
+
+BY MARY GILBERT.
+
+
+Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the
+window watching for papa.
+
+"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward
+the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them.
+
+"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures
+reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!"
+
+"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood
+on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover.
+
+"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!"
+
+"Candy!" cried Laurence.
+
+"Oranges!" said Dorothy.
+
+Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that
+followed, until they had reached the house.
+
+"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her
+ear.
+
+"Why, it isn't--" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise.
+
+"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the
+pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of
+the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen.
+
+"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours?
+Where did you get them?"
+
+"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their
+enthusiasm--"hatched right in the engine room!"
+
+"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty
+little creatures.
+
+"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power
+house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room."
+
+"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan
+brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I
+put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but
+never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be
+something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a
+fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!"
+
+"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone.
+
+"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much
+heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and
+they thought that they were put up there to hatch."
+
+"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the
+chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever
+had in all our lives."
+
+[Illustration: "Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy.]
+
+While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an
+empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled
+this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped
+it up in pieces of flannel.
+
+"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us
+see how the chickens like this for a mother!"
+
+Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little
+chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against
+the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a
+mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the
+can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving
+the ends open for the chickens to go in and out.
+
+[Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.]
+
+"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it
+will keep the chickens warm."
+
+And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until
+papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn.
+
+
+
+
+PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS.
+
+BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS.
+
+
+Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle
+and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this
+was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins.
+
+When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a
+story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told
+how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and
+here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child
+that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her.
+The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too,
+would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day.
+
+The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early.
+
+"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the
+good-luck plant to-day."
+
+"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet.
+
+"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come
+back with the plant. You'd better come with me."
+
+"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do,
+and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I
+must do those things first."
+
+"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran.
+
+She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross.
+She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the
+lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun
+set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing
+that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran
+home.
+
+At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy
+voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she
+cried.
+
+She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters.
+"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us
+all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are
+done."
+
+Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin.
+"You said you meant to stay home."
+
+"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross
+Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower
+bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe
+shape on the leaves."
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEER BLACK CALF.
+
+BY MATTIE W. BAKER.
+
+
+"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur.
+
+"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was
+only four years old."
+
+"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home
+from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa
+always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the
+halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop
+down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny
+would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter.
+
+"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was
+gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming
+back."
+
+"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down
+good?'
+
+"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes,
+and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.'
+
+"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said.
+
+"'Yes, there was,' he persisted--'a funny-looking black calf! I went up
+to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head
+down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the
+woods, so I came home.'
+
+"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days
+before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter
+on a bear!
+
+"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was
+not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the
+rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!"
+
+Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers."
+
+"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie.
+
+"Yes, he did, for this is a true story."
+
+"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't
+want to try it."
+
+"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it
+now, old as he is!"
+
+
+
+
+MAISIE PLAYS THE GOOD FAIRY.
+
+BY COE HAYNE.
+
+
+Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a
+lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its
+nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it
+out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier.
+
+One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass.
+She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with
+excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar
+bills and some silver.
+
+[Illustration: Maisie finds a pocketbook.]
+
+"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself.
+
+Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had
+found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground
+beside the road.
+
+[Illustration: Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the
+ground.]
+
+She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the
+cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:
+
+"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"
+
+"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep
+to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because
+I've lost the money."
+
+"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.
+
+"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.
+
+"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.
+
+"I don't believe it," said the boy.
+
+"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."
+
+The boy closed his eyes.
+
+"Now repeat after me:
+
+     "Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,
+     Come and listen while my woes I tell."
+
+The boy did as he was told.
+
+"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.
+
+The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the
+pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.
+
+"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.
+
+"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.
+
+"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away
+laughing.
+
+"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many
+thanks for your kindness."
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE.
+
+BY ANNA E. TREAT.
+
+
+"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the
+glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner
+camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot."
+
+The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been
+walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was,
+truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen
+and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss
+and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by.
+
+Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon.
+There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was
+a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all.
+
+The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well
+fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so
+contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up
+by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the
+large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households
+of those early times.
+
+After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers
+scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a
+good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery
+was made that little Martha was missing!
+
+The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the
+distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the
+big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child.
+
+The camp was finally reached--but little Martha was not there and no
+trace of her could be found.
+
+The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled
+with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very
+brook seemed to murmur of dangers--quicksands and treacherous
+water-holes.
+
+"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and
+this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little
+voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the
+rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling
+out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and
+rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the
+downiest cradle in the land.
+
+
+
+
+AN APRIL DAY.
+
+
+     Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone,
+       And where my big umbrell'?
+     It's pouring rain, and a minute ago
+       It was just as clear as a bell!
+
+     Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'--
+       But, dear! dear me! I say,
+     The sun's out bright and the rain all gone--
+       Did you ever see such a day!
+
+--_Selected._
+
+
+
+
+AN ODD EARTHQUAKE.
+
+
+After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller
+standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One
+sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip
+and white Snowball at their heels.
+
+Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long
+whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the
+high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the
+hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board
+rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller.
+
+"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried.
+
+Roy got down and peered in.
+
+"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a
+really roof and a truly floor."
+
+"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the
+clover is all around it."
+
+In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and
+cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all
+in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip
+lay beside her fast asleep.
+
+Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the
+loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his
+sister, and it was all dark and quiet.
+
+At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin
+dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and
+started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it
+under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane.
+
+He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat.
+"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a
+scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball
+clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister
+with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in
+confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram
+sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller.
+
+Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the
+unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one.
+Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest
+tree trunk.
+
+"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!"
+
+--_Child Garden._
+
+
+
+
+HOW REX EARNED HIS KEEP.
+
+BY WINTHROP DAY.
+
+
+When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the
+mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars
+by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet
+them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies.
+
+"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way.
+
+"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure
+about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City."
+
+"Who's Rex?" asked Sam.
+
+"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our
+collie. He was put into the baggage car."
+
+Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train
+leading an immense dog by a chain.
+
+"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?"
+
+"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam.
+
+"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl.
+
+"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs
+money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway.
+They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around."
+
+"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie.
+
+Sam did not look as if he believed this.
+
+When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the
+mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet.
+
+"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his
+other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet.
+
+Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and
+Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a
+neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of
+Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone
+ought to go for a doctor at once.
+
+[Illustration: Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.]
+
+"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet.
+
+"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the
+neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must
+return at once."
+
+"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he
+guards anything I ask him to."
+
+"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would
+trust him with a flock of my own."
+
+So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl
+and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where
+Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with
+them.
+
+"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will
+have to keep close watch to-night."
+
+"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie.
+
+And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not
+one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until
+Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty.
+
+
+
+
+A WASH DAY FANTASY.
+
+
+     My mamma says they're spider webs,
+       All sparkly with the dew,
+     And mamma's right, she's always right,
+       And what she says is true.
+
+     But they're so weensy, and so soft,
+       And white, that just for fun,
+     I call them fairy baby clothes
+       A-drying in the sun.
+
+--_Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."_
+
+
+
+
+When Pussy Was Shocked
+
+By Jean Ford Roe
+
+
+Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait.
+
+This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as
+big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to
+look at--all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and
+shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel
+in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big
+topaz-golden eyes.
+
+Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite
+large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was
+to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes
+he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between
+the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it,
+like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he
+might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling
+altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night.
+It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running
+races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a
+cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the
+rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long
+black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs.
+
+Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on
+a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything
+iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for
+fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know
+it, one capering little battery of electricity.
+
+Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was
+going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the
+bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could
+stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on
+the end of his nose!
+
+If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can
+imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no
+doubt that pussy was shocked.
+
+He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and
+brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and
+plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he
+lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he
+backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around
+and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that
+bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what
+happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out
+a paw very deliberately and daintily--and got another spark on the tip
+of that!
+
+You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made
+electricity at every step.
+
+Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the
+stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual
+cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is
+no doubt that pussy was shocked.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LESSON.--For April 19.
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+
+Title.--The Cost of Discipleship.--Luke 14:25-35.
+
+Golden Text.--Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find
+it.--Matt. 16:25.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners._--_Be ye kind one to another._--Eph. 4:32.
+
+Truth.--If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves.
+
+1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if
+they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else
+in the world.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take
+up their cross and follow him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake.
+
+4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had
+money enough to build it all.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh
+at him.
+
+6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish
+whatever they began.
+
+7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and
+obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so.
+
+8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy
+for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake.
+
+9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown
+out.
+
+11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it
+will be of no use to us or anyone else.
+
+12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and
+makes us useful and helpful to those around us.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text?
+
+What is the Truth?
+
+1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his
+disciples?
+
+2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do?
+
+3. What did he mean by this?
+
+4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do?
+
+5. When would the people laugh?
+
+6. What did Jesus want to teach them?
+
+7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do?
+
+8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do?
+
+9. Of what use is salt?
+
+10. When is salt thrown out?
+
+11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else?
+
+12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune._--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+     Jesus said, "Come, follow me,
+     And my true disciples be;
+     Give up all that leads astray,
+     Walk beside me day by day."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title of Lesson for April 26.
+
+The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.--Luke 15:1-10.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for April 26.
+
+There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that
+repenteth.--Luke 15:10.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for April 26.
+
+_God is love._--1 John 4:8.
+
+
+
+
+Knowledge Box
+
+How Trees Know Their Birthdays.
+
+
+Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his
+window was.
+
+"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think.
+But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its
+trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we
+could tell how many years it had lived.
+
+"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and
+when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So
+when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it
+has been growing."
+
+--_Zelia Margaret Walters._
+
+
+
+
+Advice to Boys and Girls
+
+Hanging Out Signs.
+
+
+Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One
+afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little
+girl had come over for a visit.
+
+"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her."
+
+"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her."
+
+"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I
+heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and
+she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she
+says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what
+she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice."
+
+"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was
+though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my
+daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and
+those who see her."
+
+What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting
+out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of
+you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and
+the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were
+cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you
+did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of
+frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging
+footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and
+see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you
+are nice.
+
+--_Jane West._
+
+
+
+
+[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail
+Matter.]
+
+Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents
+per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,
+
+DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37. No. 16., April 19,
+1914, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14283 ***