all over her face, and down the front of her dress, and onto the floor. "O run back and find him quick, Sally; he may get run over, something dreadful might happen to him. Oh dear! oh dear! oh dear!" Mamma kept crying so loud and so hard that Sally ran back as fast as she could to find Bobbie. She found Bobbie coming home carrying a dear, little, tiger-striped kitten in his arms. He said a lady gave it to him for his very own, and he wasn't lost, and he knew the way home. Sally and Bobbie ran home together as fast as they could to tell Mamma about it, and ask her if they could keep the kitten. Mamma said they could, but first she kissed Bobbie about twenty times. She was so glad to see him alive and well, and to know that nothing dreadful had happened to him. Bobbie named the kitten Winifred after a little girl who lived next door. Papa bought a leather collar for it, with a name-plate with the name Winifred, and 36 Main Street on it. "Now," he said, "if Kitty runs away and gets lost she will be brought back to Bobbie again." Mamma gave Bobbie a red rubber ball, with a string fastened to it, for Kitty to play with. When Bobbie or Sally held the string and ran, Winifred ran after the ball which rolled along the floor. Oh, what a good time they had! They played with her all the afternoon until Winifred was tired and wouldn't play any more. Then Bobbie held a saucer while Sally poured milk into it for her supper. Mamma gave them an old black shawl, and they made a soft bed for her near the fire where she would be warm and comfortable. After that Bobbie and Sally had their supper and went to bed too. One day Winifred went to kindergarten with Bobbie, but that doesn't come in this story. I will tell you about that some other time. WINIFRED AT KINDERGARTEN. BY GARRETT WILLIAMS. One morning Bobbie put Winifred's collar on, and Mamma went with him to kindergarten and carried her. Miss Grant, his teacher, had told him the day before that he could bring her, so that all the children could see a kitty close to. You remember Bobbie named his kitty, Winifred, after the little girl who lived in the next house. Winifred lay quite still in Mamma's arms big dog. Then she bristled and spit, and scratched Mamma's hand. Bobbie said all the hairs in the fur of her outside got fat. Mamma held tight onto her, and she did not get away, and pretty soon they came to the school. Mamma went in with Bobbie and stayed while Miss Grant showed kitty to the children, and talked to them about her. Miss Grant let each little boy and little girl hold her in their arms and smooth her fur. Winifred purred and seemed to like to be held very much. After each of the children had held her, Winifred jumped to the floor and went. sniffing and smelling about. She smelt of the legs of the chairs and the tables, and she smelt of the floor, and along the side of the wall. Miss Grant told them she was learning to know the room that way, just as they it in their arms. had learned to know the kitten by holding While Miss Grant was talking Winifred jumped on a chair. From the chair she jumped to a table and then, before Mamma or Miss Grant could stop her, she sprang to the window-sill, and was out the window and down the street in a flash. to the door, but kitty was way down the street, nearly out of sight. Mamma ran after her as fast as she could go. Inside the school-room Miss Grant could hear the chil Bobbie's mamma and Miss Grant rushed dren all talking at once, and making a great noise, so she hurried back again. Bobbie cried very hard, for he thought he would never see his dear little Winifred again. He cried all the morning till eleven o'clock came, and Sally came from another room to take him home. His mamma would not let him go home alone, yet, for fear something dreadful might happen to him. As soon as Bobbie told Sally that Winifred was lost, Sally said "we will find her," and taking hold of hands they ran toward home as fast as they could. At the corner they met Mamma coming to meet them. In her arms was, what do you think? Little Winifred Kitty, safe and purring. Wasn't Bobbie and Sally glad! Bobbie stopped crying and when he reached home. and had had his dinner and had given kitty her dinner of bread and milk, he played ball with her all the afternoon. Each time he ran past Mamma with his string and ball, which kitty was chasing, he said, "O Mamma dear, Thanksgiving Song. TUNE: "Old Hundred." For flowers so beautiful and sweet, For friends and clothes and food to eat, For precious hours, for work and play, We thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day. For father's care and mother's love, For the blue sky and clouds above, For springtime and the autumn gay, We thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day! For all Thy gifts so good and fair, Bestowed so freely everywhere, Give us grateful hearts we pray, To thank Thee this Thanksgiving Day. -Mattie M. Renwick, in Child Garden. God Bless Our Fatherland. O. W. HOLMES. God bless our fatherland, Keep her in heart and hand One with our own; From all her foes defend, By her brave people's friend; On all her realms descend; Protect her throne. Father, in loving care Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, Thine arm his shelter be Lord, bid war's trumpet cease; Under Thy wings, A Thanksgiving Letter to Grandma. "Dear Dranma. I finked I would rite you a letter To tell you how I love you-a bushel or more; Mamma hopes that now your sore foot is all better; And we'll come to Thanskgiving as we did before. "Please make us some pies and some pudding and jelly A turkey with stuffing and onions, and then Please don't you forget that I like stuffing smelly Of sage. From your 'fectionate Charlie. Amen." And grandma, dear soul, as she pores o'er the letter, With a smile on her lips and such mist in her eyes, That she wipes off her glasses to see through them better, Plans out a whole shelf full of puddings and pies. Of tarts and of cookies, of custard and jelly, A good battalion of gingerbread men; At last, but not least, fat turkey cooked "smelly” Of sage, for the youngster who wrote her "Amen." A Thanksgiving Recipe. It takes one little girl or boy, Two hands to work and play, And just one loving little heart To make Thanksgiving Day. THANK YOU DAY. The "Thank you Day" again is here, Upon this day in every year The thankful people, large and small, Praise God, the Father, all in all. FAREWELL SUMMER. (The Wild Aster.) Ceci Cavendish in October St. Nicholas. By the wayside, on the hill; 10 the edges of the town, And beside the farm house door, "Farewell summer" blooms once more. Little asters blue and white, Now you come to make us gay. How I love to gather you, Purple flowers, and white and blue, When the wind makes pleasant tunes In the orchard grasses dry, Dear to me are days of spring, PARENTAL THOUGHTFULNESS. (Eunice Ward in October St. Nicholas.) My big doll is called Hildegarde; The little one is Marjorie; The paper dolls are Evelyn, Bettina .nd Elaine. The rag doll is named Claribel; I've different taste from my mamma "Had I Thought" died in the poor house.-Ger man. Better a mistake avoided than two corrected. Thanksgiving Song. TUNE: "Old Hundred." For flowers so beautiful and sweet, God Bless Our Fatherland. O. W. HOLMES. God bless our fatherland, One with our own; Father, in loving care Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, Guide all her ways; Thine arm his shelter be Prolong his days, Lord, bid war's trumpet cease; Under Thy wings, Make all Thy nations one, A Thanksgiving Letter to Grandma. "Dear Dranma, I finked I would rite you a letter To tell you how I love you-a bushel or more; Mamma hopes that now your sore foot is all better; And we'll come to Thanskgiving as we did before. "Please make us some pies and some pudding and jelly A turkey with stuffing and onions, and then Please don't you forget that I like stuffing smelly Of sage. From your 'fectionate Charlie, Amen." And grandma, dear soul, as she pores o'er the letter, With a smile on her lips and such mist in her eyes, That she wipes off her glasses to see through them better, Plans out a whole shelf full of puddings and pies. Of tarts and of cookies, of custard and jelly, A good battalion of gingerbread men; At last, but not least, fat turkey cooked "smelly" Of sage, for the youngster who wrote her "Amen." A Thanksgiving Recipe. It takes one little girl or boy, Two hands to work and play, And just one loving little heart To make Thanksgiving Day. THANK YOU DAY. The "Thank you Day" again is here, FAREWELL SUMMER. (The Wild Aster.) Ceci Cavendish in October St. Nicholas. To the edges of the town, And beside the farm house door, "Farewell summer" blooms once more. Little asters blue and white, Now you come to make us gay. How I love to gather you, Purple flowers, and white and blue, When the wind makes pleasant tunes In the orchard grasses dry, Dear to me are days of spring, PARENTAL THOUGHTFULNESS. (Eunice Ward in October St. Nicholas.) My big doll is called Hildegarde; The little one is Marjorie; The paper dolls are Evelyn, Bettina nd Elaine. The rag doll is named Claribel; I've different taste from my mamma "Had I Thought" died in the poor house.-Ger man. Better a mistake avoided than two corrected. |