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 playthings and steal softly over to his
 ABOUT MAMIE AND HER DOLLY. chair, climbing up into his lap to hug
 AMIE SMITH was the sweet- and kiss him a dozen times over. Then
 est little girl in all the village, she would go back contentedly to her
 so everybody who knew her play again.
 said; and Mamie's papa was Papa never minded these interrup-
the minister there. tions in the least; and we think often-
 They lived in the pretty little cottage times, sweet, loving thoughts of the dear
just under the hill over there. Such a Father in Heaven, and of the confiding
lovely hill as it was In Summer, the trust which he loves to see in his little
trees, all the way up its sides, were beau- children, were written down in the ser-
tifully green ; and in the fresh pastures mons, which would never have been
on its top, the farmers kept their sheep, found there but for Mamie.
and turned their horses out to graze. Mamie had no sisters, and her two
 Mamie had been born in this very cot- big brothers were away at college. Her
tage, where she had spent the six long mamma kept only one servant to help
bright years of her life; and was it any her, so that she had a great deal to do
wonder that she had learned to love about the house to keep it neat and
everything about it? She often sat by clean ; and this is why papa and she
the window of her papa's study, and were such very great friends.
watched the shadows which were never Then, after the writing was all done
still, but went dancing along against the for the day, and dinner was over, Ma-
rich, dark background which the trees mie's papa would say, "Come, puss,"
made; and wished she could ride on top and she would tie on her little shade-hat
of one of the great, fleecy, white clouds, over the bright curls, and make ready
and go sailing ever so far away to see for the long, delightful walk which she
all the wonderful places and things which almost always took with him. She
she had heard about; for Mamie had knew everybody so well, and all the
never yet been very far from her quiet children loved her so much, while every
home. baby in the village crowed with delight
 Papa's study was the place where she at her coming, so why should she not
best loved to play. She was a tidy little make pastoral calls as well as he?
girl, and her papa loved to have her Now and then, for a great treat, they
always with him. She had learned to climbed to the top of the hill, and called,
play quietly when he was writing his "Dah! Dah!" and all the sheep and
sermons, and not disturb him with ques- pretty white lambs would come filing
tions. Only once in a while, when she along from their green pastures where
had borne the silence just as long as she they had been feeding, and cluster all
possibly could, she would lay down her about them, while they fed them with