The child is brought up to love ease and comfort, the daintiest food and the richest clothing. He feels sorry for the poor and the homeless, but he does not know how to truly help them. He hears little about other countries where every one is free and can claim just treatment as his right. But as he grows older he may, perhaps, think for himself, and do some noble deed to save his country and make his people better and happier.
Let us open the doors of our hearts to him, and let him feel our love and sympathy.
Contents
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | Osman | [1] |
| II. | School | [12] |
| III. | The Fire | [22] |
| IV. | The Picnic | [33] |
| V. | Gipsies | [54] |
| VI. | A Turkish Bath | [67] |
| VII. | The Wedding | [85] |
| VIII. | The Children's Carnival | [92] |
| IX. | The Two Friends | [101] |
List of Illustrations
| PAGE | |
| Osman | [Frontispiece] |
| Osman and His Mother | [17] |
| "It looked almost like a fairy city" | [39] |
| "'She told me he would be my husband'" | [58] |
| "Through the crowd of busy people" | [75] |
| "They came in sight of the mosque at last" | [96] |