LILY AND HER DOLLY.

“Why, Richard!” exclaimed Mr. Ellis, when he saw the
knife, a glow of surprise and pleasure on his face. “ Where did
you find it? It is one grandma sent to Horace for a birthday
present, and I lost it on my way home. This is his birthday.
I have been so annoyed about the loss.”

“Vm glad I found it for you,” said Richard. And he did
feel glad as he handed Mr. Ellis the beautiful pearl-handled
knife.

On the next day Richard received from Mr. Ellis a fine
four-bladed pocket-knife, worth, for real service to a boy, a
dozen such as the one he had found, and the pleasant note that
came with it made him, to use his own words, “ feel good.”
He could enjoy this knife, because it was really his own.
Nobody had lost it, and so no thought of what another had lost
could intrude itself and mar the pleasure of its use.

—_—_—<o»-____.

LILY AND HER DOLLY.

UR LILY!” So every one in the house calls her, from
Hannah, the cook, up to grandma. She is “Our Lily”
to each and all of us—dear, sweet, kind-hearted, happy
little Lily! Almost any hour in the day her voice may

be heard breaking out in pleasant laughter, or singing a
“hushaby” song to her dolly, or cheerily calling from hall or
stairway, from kitchen or chamber. She’s an active little body,
and, like the birds, keeps flitting about and making merry
with life.

One thing that makes Lily so dear to us all is her usefulness.
She is so ready to share with her brother and sister any of the
good things she has; and when other children come to the
house, she brings out her toys, and seems to take more pleasure
in letting her little friends play with them than in using them

herself.
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