. St. Nicholas [serial]. red for cooking, and underneath the treeswere built two small fires. Jehees wife, on alittle step-ladder, was busy stirring first onekettle, then another. When the calif saw thishe was very angry with Jehee for playing himsuch a trick, and said : Of course the food cannever so much as be warmed up there in thetrees, much less ever cook. Then Jehee hum-bly begged the califs pardon, but said hethought that the food surely could cook overthat fire if he himself could keep warm by a lighttwo miles away. Then the calif saw how fool-ish he had been in refusing Jehee the wage
. St. Nicholas [serial]. red for cooking, and underneath the treeswere built two small fires. Jehees wife, on alittle step-ladder, was busy stirring first onekettle, then another. When the calif saw thishe was very angry with Jehee for playing himsuch a trick, and said : Of course the food cannever so much as be warmed up there in thetrees, much less ever cook. Then Jehee hum-bly begged the califs pardon, but said hethought that the food surely could cook overthat fire if he himself could keep warm by a lighttwo miles away. Then the calif saw how fool-ish he had been in refusing Jehee the wager,and he promised him, before all the nobles whowere there, to pay him the two thousand then led the hungry people into the house,where, to their great surprise and joy, they founda sumptuous repast prepared for them. After that Jehee became a great favorite ofthe califs, and lived at court with his wife for therest of his life, where many other tales are toldof his bright doings and sayings. F. M. THE WEIGHING. By Julia Darrow Cowles. Now, Midnight and Spot, do be quiet,Or we 11 never know how much we weigh; Miss Bessie is losing her patience,And we really ought not to play. Vol. XXXI.—57. There, Spot, hold your tail still a minute; Hush, Midnight, dont purr quite so loud;Four pounds and a little bit over ? My goodness, wont mother be proud! HOW PROBY SAVED THE WOODS. By Helen Grey. Proby woke up with the feeling that some-thing good was going to happen that day. Atfirst he could not think what, and then he re-membered. He was going up into the woodson the long train of flat-cars with the presidentof the railroad and of the lumber company, andhis father, who was superintendent of the bigwoods. Proby had always lived in the woods;he was nine, but had never been to schoolbecause there was no school near enough forhim to attend. When the trees were cut downaround his home, his father moved to wherethe trees grew that were to be cut. so his fam-
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