"I can paint pictures," says sweet little Nell;
"I study music," says darling Estelle;
"I ride my pony," cries dear little Lou.
Here's our wee Margie, and what can she do?
Bless her, the good little sister at home:
"I take care of baby and brother Jerome."
When you think you are hungry.
And are not quite sure,
Then candy or cake, dears,
The hunger will cure.
But when you've been playing,
We'll say by the brook,
And fishing with pins, dears,
Instead of a hook,
Then good bread and butter,
A generous slice;
For boys and for girls, dears,
There's nothing so nice.
New Haven, Connecticut.
I am a little girl nine years old. I have a little pet kitten. The mother and she played beautifully together, until two great dogs came in the yard, and she ran to protect her kitten; but instead of killing the kitten, they killed the mother. This is all I am going to write to-day.
Nelly M. F.
Indeed, dear Nelly, I am very sorry for the fate of your poor cat. Could nobody save her from her enemies? She had the true mother spirit. Even a timid bird will grow brave, and fight to defend its fledglings if they are attacked.