Queer Stories for Boys and Girls

bout three years old, as Mr. Blake came in from his forenoon of visiting. She tried to look very muc

ut down his cane, "you don't scold worth a

and described little Ben Sitles' hungry face, and told how he had visited the widow Martin, who had no sewing-machine, and who had to receive help from the overseer of the poor. The overseer told

eads that projected forward and backward, and the top of which overhung the base, for all the world like a load of hay. Now and then his mother looked at him, as if she would like to see through and read his thoughts. But I think she didn't see anything but the straight, silken, fine, flossy hair, silvery white, touched a little bit-only a little-as he turned it in looking from one to the other, with a tinge of what people

so sober, Willie?" as

said Curlypate, peering throu

, "mamma and I are going to a

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l not be back till bedtime. I am sorry to keep you from your play this Saturday afternoon, but we have no ot

s the last command that every parent g

ent Willie as "taking on" a good deal when he found that he couldn't play all Saturday afternoon, as he had expected. But I shall no

said, "Y

how to keep house. He was a good brave boy, never ashamed to help his mother in a right manly way. He could wash dishes and milk t

Mr. and Mrs. Blake got in and told the children good-by. Then Sancho started

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ful abou

s,

Curlypate had already gone, and where they found her on tiptoe, with her short little fingers in the sugar-bowl, trying i

n a glorious lot of wood was gotten in, and Helen came near sweeping a hole in the carpet in her eager desire to "surprise mamma." Curlypate went in the parlor and piled things up in a wond

pate were put away for the night. And presently Helen, who was bravely determined to keep Willie company, f