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nice white sugar come from; and what do the people of your city do with so much of it? No wonder you are the sweetest auntie in the world." And she perches on the tips of her kid boots to kiss the smiling face bending over her.

7. “Run down the steps, Myra, and fetch me a handful of the sugar for my coffee,” says her aunt.

Off scamper the nimble feet, and soon their owner's voice is heard in the hall, calling out:

Please open the door quick, Aunt Katie! The sugar is so cold that it hurts. And it is all melting and running through my fingers.”

8. Myra's auntie takes the dripping mass from the small, red hands of the little girl. As she tenderly dries the cold fingers on a soft towel, she tells her how the good God has formed the beautiful snow-crystals.

How He has spread the white mantle of snow over the shrubs and flowers that they may not be harmed by the cold Northern winter.



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learned 1. Mabel was a good little girl, but she did not like to study. She told her mother that she could walk and talk, and do ever so many other things, and she didn't care if she didn't know how to read.

2. Her mother was sorry to hear her little girl talk in that foolish way.

She told Mabel how sorry she would feel to grow up and know nothing.

Mabel said she would be willing to learn if it was not such hard work.

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3. One morning Mabel lay on the floor with her book in her hand. “Mamma,” she said, “I don't think other little girls have such hard times studying as I do." 4. “I know my little girl is not stupid,” said

, her mother. "If you would study your lesson, Mabel, instead of thinking how hard it is, you would soon get through. But put your book away now, and I will give you a lesson without

. 5. Mabel was delighted to put her book down. She did not know what her mother could mean. They put on their hats and walked a long distance. At last they came to a shady yard with a large stone building in it. . Mabel's mother asked to go to the schoolroom. They were taken into a large room, where many little girls were seated in a row, with books in their hands.

6."Now, Mabel,” said her mother, see how nicely these little girls study.”

The teacher gave Mabel one of their books. She looked at it a moment, and said, “Mamma, they are not studying at all, for their books have no letters in them."

7. Mabel's mother then took one of the books and showed it to her. There were no black let


ters in it; but Mabel felt the page, and found that it was rough. Her mother told her it was covered with raised letters.

8. The teacher asked one of the little girls to read for Mabel. The pupil ran her fingers over the page, and read nicely. Mabel then learned that the poor little girls were blind, and could only read by feeling the letters with the tips of their fingers.

9. Mabel enjoyed her lesson without any book very much, but she was sorry for the little blind girls. She told her mother that her own lessons would not seem tiresome again, when she thought how hard it must be for them to learn to use books.


THE EYE. A Study. The eye rests in a bony socket. The forehead protects it from above, the cheek-bone below, and the eyelids, a pair of fringed curtains, cover it whenever the light would be too bright, or any other harm would come to it. The eye itself is a round white ball. On the front of the eyeball is

a the round iris, which is either blue, gray, brown, or black. In the centre of the iris is the pupil, a small, round window. Inside this window is the nerve of sight, which reaches from the brain to the eye. If harm comes to this nerve, the sight

, may be lost, and people become blind.

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brown crestled

scorns friend'ly wood'bines moon'white

thorns White Rose, talk to me!

I don't know what to do.
Why do you say no word to me

Who say so much to you?
I'm bringing you a little rain,

And I shall feel so proud
If, when you feel it on your face,

You take me for a cloud.
Here I come so softly

You cannot hear me walking;
If I take you by surprise

you talking

may catch

White Rose, are you tired

Of staying in one place?
Do you ever wish to see

The wild flowers, face to face?
Do you know the woodbines,

And the big brown-crested reeds?
Do you wonder how they live

So friendly with the weeds?
Have you any work to do

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