. Babyhood . nice and!soft for the drying of tenderbaby skins, and \their making is an easy, pleasant task, ex- Iercising no strain on the mind or eyes. Theyare worked in plain knitting-stitch,of coarsewhite cotton on thick wooden can be simply finished off with a 1fringe, or more daintily by a border at eitherend, about 4 inches deep, crocheted inafghan stitch, which makes a nice foundation forcross-stitch designs worked in colored marking-cotton. It is pretty to have a vine or dado pat-tern at one end, and at the other some suitablewords of greeting, such as Good Morning. Trimme
. Babyhood . nice and!soft for the drying of tenderbaby skins, and \their making is an easy, pleasant task, ex- Iercising no strain on the mind or eyes. Theyare worked in plain knitting-stitch,of coarsewhite cotton on thick wooden can be simply finished off with a 1fringe, or more daintily by a border at eitherend, about 4 inches deep, crocheted inafghan stitch, which makes a nice foundation forcross-stitch designs worked in colored marking-cotton. It is pretty to have a vine or dado pat-tern at one end, and at the other some suitablewords of greeting, such as Good Morning. Trimmed Basket-Bed. covered with lace or Swiss, as means or tastedictate. An interlining of cotton-batting makesbottom and walls of the basket warm and and bows of ribbon complete the de-corations. rans- OUR illustration so clearly shows the arrange- and ment of this dainty nest for Baby that scarcely loop any word of description is necessary. It may main 1 be fitted up with silk, cashmere, or silesia,. THE MOTHERS PARLIAMENT. A Babys Plea. To the Editor of Babyhood : There is a little tow-headed chap of threeyears who calls me papa. We are the bestfriends in the world, and yet we sometimeshave our little differences. And I am some-times surprised and rebuked by the unconsciouseloquence of that dear little lads pleadings forthe rights of children, and for some considera-tion of their feelings and their juvenile infirmi-ties of character. Somehow we fathers andmothers do forget at times that we were chil-dren once, and like-minded with these littleones of ours. The remembrance of our ownlittle heartaches and our childish grievancesseems to have gone from us. I was cross when I went home the othernight. A man had puffed the smoke of a cheapcigar into my face all the way home in the car ;another fellow had munched an apple in myear ; something had gone wrong at the office,and, ten times worse than all, I fell headlong on a slippery place before my own door in fullview of al
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