HAPPY MISS LOLLIPOP.
Over the hills the sweet flower bells rang,
High in the tree tops the little birds sang.
—Tipsy-top bobolinks bent on a spree;
“Hark!” cried Miss Pops. “They are singing to me,
Singing to me!”
Deep in the roses the bumblebees flew,
Sipping their rations of honey and dew,
With jewel-necked humming-birds gorgeous to see;
“Now,” cried Miss Pops, “they are shining for me,
Shining for me!”
Sweet little Happy Heart! Pure little soul!
Earth would be robbed of its darkness and dole
If with the faith of thy heart I could see
How much of God’s world is fashioned for me!
TOMMY’S TEMPTATION.
Mr. Allen’s early apples were almost ripe. They were uncommonly pretty apples—yellow, streaked with red. How tempting they looked! Ripe apples in August are always tempting.
Mr. Allen knew that, so he had put up a sign to warn the boys off. For boys were very apt to help themselves to ripe apples. Somehow they think that taking a few apples is not stealing.
So, as I said, Mr. Allen put up a board with these words on it—“Trespassers prosecuted.” That meant, if he caught any boy near his apple-tree, he would carry him off to a justice of the peace, for stealing.
Early one morning Tommy Tilden was walking through the lane. He had just driven the cows to pasture and was coming home. He stopped and looked at the apples. How good they did look, to be sure!