WONDER STORIES OF SCIENCE.
I HOPE that name pleases you, my dear Pansies, and I wish each one of you had a copy of the book to which it belongs. Let me describe the one which now lies on my desk. A lovely colored binding, I don't know whether the artists call it "olive" or "old gold" or "crushed strawberry" or what. It isn't exactly any color, but reminds me of sunshine and autumn leaves. There is a medallion in gold on the upper half, and the monogram of the publishers on the lower right-hand corner. There are three hundred and eighty-three pages of good clear print, and some excellent pictures.
It is a book which retails for one dollar and fifty cents; and now comes my special bit of news which ought to rejoice your hearts. Every subscriber to The Pansy who is also a member of the P. S. can secure it for eighty-five cents, by sending that amount to D. Lothrop & Co. with their order!
As for the things which it talks about, of course you know that in so many pages many interesting topics can be handled; for instance, "Christmas Cards," and "Newspapers," and "Camphor," and "Umbrellas," and "Combs," and "Thunderstorms," (!) and "Brooms," and "Lace," and a dozen other things. The fact is, if you take one article, no matter how simple, and seat yourself in a corner to think about it, you can get up twenty questions, right away, which you wish somebody would answer for you. Well, this book answers those very questions.
Now I am going to copy for you a bit right out of the heart of a story in it, which I know will delight the boys; the name of the story is: