"I must get this dear family into their home," said the father; and he and Brother Tom went to work with a will. And the home was built, with a sunny room for Father and Mother and Baby, a wee little room close by for good Sister Polly, a big airy room for big Brother Tom, a cosy room for the cooking and eating, and best of all, a room for the dear grandmother, who came then to live with them all the time.
THE LITTLE TRAVELER
MOTTO FOR THE MOTHER
Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart
Mother and child can never live apart
Once upon a time there was a little boy who had a long journey to go. He had a very dear mother, and she did not want her little son to leave her; but she knew he must go, so she put her arms around him and said: "Now, don't be afraid, for I shall be thinking of you, and God will take care of you."
Then the little boy kissed her goodbye and ran away, singing a merry song. As long as he could see her he would turn and wave his hand to her; but by and by she was out of sight. Just then he came to a stream of water that ran across his path.
"How can I get over?" thought the little boy; but a white swan swam up to greet him, and said:—
"There is always a way to get over the stream. Follow me! follow me!"
So the little boy followed the swan till he came to a row of great stepping stones, and he jumped from one to another, counting them as he went.