Our young folks [serial] . l and beautiful; but the joy faded out from her face as sheput her hand to her poor shorn head. But the next morning when mamma had charmed the uneven locks intobright rings all over her head, and Uncle Henry had shown her the longringlets carefully put away in his desk, and told her that he loved them andher too, more than ever, she felt like her own happy little self again. That day, at school, all the girls looked curiously at her, and at recess theministers little girl told the others how her papa had found Berces curlson the Bible at prayer-meeting, and how her
Our young folks [serial] . l and beautiful; but the joy faded out from her face as sheput her hand to her poor shorn head. But the next morning when mamma had charmed the uneven locks intobright rings all over her head, and Uncle Henry had shown her the longringlets carefully put away in his desk, and told her that he loved them andher too, more than ever, she felt like her own happy little self again. That day, at school, all the girls looked curiously at her, and at recess theministers little girl told the others how her papa had found Berces curlson the Bible at prayer-meeting, and how her Uncle had come to their houseand talked a long time to her papa and mamma, and taken the curls , bolder than the rest, asked Berce what she cut her curls off for ; butall she said was for Uncle Henry, and with that the girls had to be content. She did not sit on the Idlers Joy that day; and after school she askedFloy and Helen to go home with her and see the beautiful things UncleHenry brought her. Elizabeth OUR EAGLES. ONE summer evening we heard father say that the ivy-plums were very thick onthe Roberts Place. near the spring. We — brother Bennie and I, aged sixand eight respectively — were up with the birds next morning; and, after breakfast,put some bread and cheese in our two-quart tin pails, and started off ivy-plumming. The Roberts Place was two miles and a half from home, and the road laythrough the thick woods; but we had been there many times with father, and hadno fear of losing our way. This place had been settled in early times by the manwhose name it bears ; but the family had been broken up and the buildings removedyears ago, and the place had gradually grown up to woods again. There were afew old apple-trees still growing where the orchard stood, and I found some bergamotand rose-bushes where Mrs. Roberts had her garden. Our walk was very pleasant that morning, and we reached the old place in finespirits. Then, as we knew where the spring wa
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