Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade.
"I don't have any chance to be B Number Three," complained Ned, when his turn came to talk.
Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade. "I know better, Ned," she said. "How about chopping wood when you wanted to play ball? That made all three B's this morning—Busy, Bright, and Brave."
"And I know another B Number Three, too," cried Ned Baker. "How about loaning us your catching glove when you hadn't used it yourself?"
Ned smiled shyly, and B Number Two was written all over his face as he slowly sipped his lemonade.
TEDDY'S HELPERS
Christmas was near, and there were only a few pennies in Teddy's apple bank.
"I'm afraid I won't have money enough to buy them, mummie," said Teddy wistfully. "Won't you—" His eyes looked the question his lips wanted to ask.