Queer Stories for Boys and Girls

tillness seemed to settle clear down to his heart. Presently a wagon went clattering by. Then, as the sound died away in the distance, it seemed stiller than ever. Willie tried

't dare to raise them, or to peep out.

e bucket of coal at a time. He thought of the blind broom-maker who needed a broom-machine, and of the poor widow whose children must be taken away becau

mill, he would give away sewing-machines to all poor widows who needed them. But pshaw! what

y when he became celebrated. Then he would give Widow Martin a sewing-machine. This was the nice cast

ineer and making a fortune afterward? And where would he get the money to go to th

w tired, and he lay down on the lounge, sa

s sure somebody spoke. He looked ar

ner of the room, barely visible in the shadow, his fa

e was toward him. How bright its eyes were! It did not occur to Willie just then that there wa

ringing it down with emphasis at the word must. Willie felt pleased th

dy corner; "I tell you what," it said, and then stopped a

ny got ready to tell of his own accord. But the walking-stick did not think best to answer imm

ing; canes weren't sent to school when I was young. Won't you

t feel surprised. It seemed natural enough to him. He read the verse, not

er the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said,

it, "Now, I say that it is a shame that when the birthday of that Lord Jesus, who said it is more blessed to giv

s class had already raised the money to buy a Bible Dictionary for their teacher. Bu

. I think myself the cane spoke too sharply, for I don't think the harm lies in giving to and receiving from

spent fourteen years in company with a minister. Now won't you please

the door. It was his father. He looked round in bewilderment. The oil in th

here's your light, and where's your fire. This

some more coal, while his mother, who was lighting the lamp, said he must have been dreaming. T