A PROMISE.

— have some candy —I forgot all about you in the thunder-shower — oh! you

want some water, you poor little fellow!”

And away she flew to get him a dipper of water from the coolest corner of

the well.
Patsy was a good deal bewildered. He wasn’t

 

 

““M SO SORRY, PATSY,’’ SHE SAID.

used to being waited on and
feasted. Hewas rather glad
on the whole. MHe didn’t
have pound cake and chicken
and candy every day.

Miss Carberry took him
home herself and explained
and apologized. His father
and mother had hardly missed
him. They weren’t apt to
know Patsy’s down-sittings
and uprisings very precisely.

Two good things came
out of the  afternoon’s
imprisonment.

Miss Carberry and Patsy
each made a resolution that.
night and kept it. Patsy
told his, sitting on the floor
with his mouth stuffed full
of pound cake.

“ Ain’t go’n’ t’ ever fire any more peas ’t the c’mittee-man,” he said. “Kind

o’ sorry I plagued you so!”

Miss Carberry kept hers to herself, but the children found it out after a while.
She isn’t going to ever put anybody else in the “ ’Pratus-box.”

Amer Ol Sner

Anna F. Burnham.

HOULD life be melancholy

All the winter long,

There comes at last an April day,

And the bluebird’s song.

Mary F. Butts.