Inglenook, The (1907) . lace; but oh,how many sick children there are in it! And the ladywho is in charge told me that I might send nice thingsto the children if I liked, and I told her I would sendthem on my birthday, so that they and I might beglad together. Jennie, and Hal, and Rob are goingto help me pick them, and papa has given me a two-dollar and a half gold-piece instead of a birthdaypresent, and we are going to send the money and theberries to Aunt Maria on the noon train. Then sheis going to buy nice things and take them to the hos-pital and give the dear little children a feast. And
Inglenook, The (1907) . lace; but oh,how many sick children there are in it! And the ladywho is in charge told me that I might send nice thingsto the children if I liked, and I told her I would sendthem on my birthday, so that they and I might beglad together. Jennie, and Hal, and Rob are goingto help me pick them, and papa has given me a two-dollar and a half gold-piece instead of a birthdaypresent, and we are going to send the money and theberries to Aunt Maria on the noon train. Then sheis going to buy nice things and take them to the hos-pital and give the dear little children a feast. And weshall all be so happy thinking of it, shall we not,children? Yes, indeed! shouted all the children, and theyran out into the strawberry patch. Grandma looked after them till they were all busyat work, and .then turning to mamma she said, Ithink our Daisys birthday blessing will be Inasmuchas A-e have done it unto the least of these, my brethren,ve have done it unto me. —Selected. 620 THE INGLENOOK.—June 25, THE RURAL LIFE THE FAR-OFF CALL. If out beyond the citys farthest edge There were no roads that led through sleepy towns,No winds to blow through any thorny hedge, No pathways over hazel-tufted downs,I might not, when the day begins, be sadBecause I toil among the money-mad. If out beyond the distant hills there lay No valley graced by any winding stream,And if no slim white steeples far away Might mark the spots where drowsy hamlets dream,I could perhaps at midday be contentWhere striving millions at their tasks are bent. If far awaj from noise and strife and care There were no buds to swell on waiting trees, No mating birds to spill upon the airThe liquid sweetness of their melodies, I might at sunset be serene and proud Because a few had seen me in the crowd. —Chicago Record-Herald. 9^rt ^^ t^^ SOME TROUBLESOME INSECTS. JOHN H. NOWL.\N. The sou.\sh bug is a hard proposition to we have assigned him to the squash, he doesnot take kindly to the
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