A HARVEST OF THANKSGIVING STORIES
These are things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadow of clouds that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,—— And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth. So let me keep These treasures of the humble heart In true possession, owning them by love. Henry Van Dyke.
(Selection from God of the Open Air.)
Used by permission and special arrangement with Chas. Scribner and Sons.
THE QUEER LITTLE BAKER MAN
Phila Butler Bowman
All the children were glad when the Little Baker came to town and hung the sign above his queer little brown shop,