. In the child's world : morning talks and stories for kindergartens, primary schools and homes . might be seen waiting fortheir breakfast from the hands of their little friend. But think of their surprise one April morning, when the sunwas shining brightly and the buds were just beginning to swellon the rosebushes, to see the carpenter come in at the gardengate carrying a new bird-box fastened to the top of a high pole,which he at once began to set up in the middle of the grassplot,digging a deep hole to set it in, so that it would stand firm inspite of wind and weather. Their kind little fri
. In the child's world : morning talks and stories for kindergartens, primary schools and homes . might be seen waiting fortheir breakfast from the hands of their little friend. But think of their surprise one April morning, when the sunwas shining brightly and the buds were just beginning to swellon the rosebushes, to see the carpenter come in at the gardengate carrying a new bird-box fastened to the top of a high pole,which he at once began to set up in the middle of the grassplot,digging a deep hole to set it in, so that it would stand firm inspite of wind and weather. Their kind little friend ran out from the house and almostdanced for joy around the pole while it was being planted. Andher father and mother, and brothers and sisters, sharing in herdelight, all left the breakfast table to watch the carpenter at hiswork. That very day the happy pair—little Jack and Jenny—wentinto their new home, and before night were picking up driedgrass and twigs with which to begin building their nest. CHARLES FOSTER. From New Lights on Old Paths, Chas. Foster Pub. Co., Phila., Pa. - ^m,.. ^ • THE SPARROWS HOME. 187 288 IN THE CHILDS WORLD. Little Yellow-Wing. * The brook ! the brook ! let us go to the brook ! cried Willieand his cousins, George and Eddy, as they looked from a -win-dow after a storm, and saw the overflowed banks of a smallstream. Thick shoes and a cloak were brought for Lizzie ; and shewalked by her fathers side, while the boys ran shouting andjumping before them. They found the brook changed indeed by the rain. A fewdays before they had built a dam across it, which made a prettywaterfall; but now it was all swept away, and the brook was nolonger a narrow stream, but had spread out wide, and ran furi-ously over the stones. While the boys were running after chips of wood which theythrew into the water for boats, the father, who stood with Lizzieunder a tree, saw something move near his feet, and picked up apoor, half-drowned bird. Lizzie called her brother
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