"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.
"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.
"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away laughing.
"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many thanks for your kindness."
THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE.
BY ANNA E. TREAT.
"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot."
The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was, truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by.
Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon. There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all.