THE GARDENERS GRANDCHILD.

“T wonder,” said Mrs. Granger, “ what made her so nice and
good to-day? I wonder why she was not cross, and why she
didn’t send you flying the moment you put your head into the
kitchen ?”

The color in Annie’s face deepened.

“T understand it all, dear. You were kind and respectful to
Mary, and that made her feel kind toward you. See how
much better it is all around—better for Mary as well as your-
self. “You are both a great deal happier, and I will trust that _
this is the beginning of a better state of things. Never again
be rude to Mary, never touch anything in the kitchen without
her consent. If you want a cup, a tumbler, pan, or anything,
ask her for it in a respectful way; and if it is right for you to
have it, you will be sure to get it. Be, in a word, a little lady,
and every servant in the house will love you and do all in her
power for your comfort and pleasure.”

THE GARDENER’S GRANDCHILD.
Woe is the Queen of the Roses?

Gardener, can you tell?”
| “Oh, the Queen of the Roses to me, sir,
Is my own little grandchild, Nell.”

“She works in my garden, too, sir,
She weeds in the shady dell,

Where the violets and the lilies
Blossom around my Nell.

“ And when with Rover beside her

She carries them out to sell;
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