THE LITTLE PEDDLER.
This fine-looking boy is going home from his work. His mother is poor. He helps her by selling on the streets the buns that she makes. He calls to the passers-by that he has buns to sell, “Fresh buns! Fresh buns!”
He makes the most money at the railway stations. He goes to the trains and asks the passengers to buy. “Fresh buns! Fresh buns!” They like to buy of him, because he has such a pleasant face and manners, and is always so clean. He sells many more buns than he would if his hands or clothes, or baskets were soiled. He sells many more than he would if he looked cross and was crabbed.
You can see that his baskets are empty. He has sold every bun that he had; now he is taking home to his mother all the money he received for the buns. He is a great comfort to his mother. Every little boy can be that, but I am afraid there are some little boys who are not.
URSULA AND HER DOVES.
The doves are not afraid of Ursula. They know she loves them, for she feeds them every day, and is always kind.
Do you see that one at her feet? He is looking up into her face. He wishes to stand on her hand and eat from it; but one dove already covers her hand, and there is not room for another.
The dove that has just taken a drink from the water-lily bowl is looking at her too. He will hop on to her shoulder pretty soon. He knows she often has a little piece of bread in her mouth, and if he gives her a kiss—the kind doves give—he will find a bit of bread in his bill.
Sometimes a dove will fly to the top of Ursula’s head and peck at her hair. That is their way of giving love-pats. They stay near her as long as they can. When she leaves them, they fly to their dove-cots.