. St. Nicholas [serial] . a bit of LIFK. by MARY PliRKlNS, AGE II. on it each night when I knelt to say my prayerswith her understanding eyes gazing upon me. Dontcry, dear, they seemed to say, but pray that Imay come back to you. Kind Agnes did her best for me, and every onewas kind, but oh, I wanted my mother! I sobbedmiserably. A small pink-ginghamed form in a little old-fash-ioned rocker that just fitted me, a few days later Iwas poring over a quaint green primer that hadbeen Daddys, when a shadow fell across the page,and the arms I had longed so for enveloped me withyearning te
. St. Nicholas [serial] . a bit of LIFK. by MARY PliRKlNS, AGE II. on it each night when I knelt to say my prayerswith her understanding eyes gazing upon me. Dontcry, dear, they seemed to say, but pray that Imay come back to you. Kind Agnes did her best for me, and every onewas kind, but oh, I wanted my mother! I sobbedmiserably. A small pink-ginghamed form in a little old-fash-ioned rocker that just fitted me, a few days later Iwas poring over a quaint green primer that hadbeen Daddys, when a shadow fell across the page,and the arms I had longed so for enveloped me withyearning tenderness. I forgot everything—the long,lonely weeks past, the consciousness of anythingother than Mothers presence and the exquisite blissof having her. A hot tear fell on my cheek, and I looked up tosee the dear hazel eyes brimming over. Why, Mother! I cried in my baby re back—why are you crying?. ?A HEADING FOK MAY. ]\\ NANXV RIGGS, AGE I5. (HONOR MEMBER.) THE ROBINS RETURN. BY LISABETH 0. BUELL (aGE 1$) Hasten, little Robin, from the Southland far you hear us calling you to come back hereto-day ? For the woods are all so lonely and we re longing so for spring,Cant you hurry, little Robin, and be soon upon the wing ? Cant you bring with you the sunshine of the South, so bright and will melt the snow and ice and fill the woods with warmth and cheer ?Cant you wake the merry echoes to resound through field and lane ?Cant you hasten, little Robin, and bring back the spring again ? MY HAPPIEST MEMORY. BY ISABEL REDMOND STAFFORD (aGE 16) (Silver Badge)We left our house on the desert six miles east ofPhoenix at about ten oclock one bright sunnymorning in October. There were seven of us in abig motor-car. We were going to Roosevelt Dam,and were very much excited over our trip. Afteran hours ride we came to the mountains and thereal Apache Trail. Those mountains a
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