Juvenile Instructor . s, have you?)) «No indeed; and Ifeel that a weeksouting would do usall good. So it will, so itwill! Here comesFrankie with Papawhip; thats a goodboy. Say, my sonleaning down looking keenly yet gently into the boyish eyeslifted to meet his own, <(I have got a newsilver dollar to give to the boy who doesnttell a make-believe story for three you want to earn it? Oh yes. Papa, right now; give it to menow. Not for three months, my son. But re-member, no make-believes, not one, and then,chirruping to his horses, the father rode outof the yard. Come, children, calle
Juvenile Instructor . s, have you?)) «No indeed; and Ifeel that a weeksouting would do usall good. So it will, so itwill! Here comesFrankie with Papawhip; thats a goodboy. Say, my sonleaning down looking keenly yet gently into the boyish eyeslifted to meet his own, <(I have got a newsilver dollar to give to the boy who doesnttell a make-believe story for three you want to earn it? Oh yes. Papa, right now; give it to menow. Not for three months, my son. But re-member, no make-believes, not one, and then,chirruping to his horses, the father rode outof the yard. Come, children, called the mother, «Papasays maybe, mind maybe only, that we can goup North Canyon for an out. Lets pitch iid,quick, and get everything done up, so we canall go. The dear little ones trotted obediently afterher, and were soon busy at the work suited toeach capacity. Frankie, dear, go and get your wood,called the mother. I did, he answered unblushingly. Why no, son; I think you forget. There isnot a stick in the LITTLE ZINAS SCHEME. 53 Well I dot it, Mama. I did! Zinas burnedit!» I havent either, protested Zina,who couldnot endure false accusations. Thats a-make-believe, Frankie, wasnt it?And you know Papas dollar was for the boywho didnt tell a single » But Frankie stuck to his story and his point,until his mother was in perfect despair. That night little Zina slept with her mother,as they were alone in the house, and whileshe lay clasped in her mothers tender em-brace, the child told her mother a scheme shethought would help Frankie. From Zinas suggestion, the mother thoughtout a somewhat elaborate plan which she re-solved to put into operation if the fatherwould consent and help them out. Dear little blue-eyed Frankie slept uncon-sciously at her side, and she leaned over andkissed the noble brow and truant little lips. Oh my pet, your mothers heart is wrap-ped up in your future integrity. God helpme to teach you aright! Who can doubt that the angels he
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