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“ Mabel kissed her, because she could not help it, and the two little girls went together to look for as many little spring things as they could find. This was the best possible thing to do.
"Mother," said Mabel that night, in the little go-to-bed talk. "Myra has to wear a blue dress on Easter Day, when the rest of us will all wear white. I am so sorry for her."
"Is Myra very sorry, too?" asked mother.
"Of course she is, mother: I found her crying over it this afternoon. But she stopped pretty soon, and said she would not cry any more." Then Mabel told about the "love-gift." ”

“ Little Emily leaned over her mother for a kiss, then turned to touch caressingly the golden bells of the jasmine.
"Dear little sunshine flowers," she said, lovingly. "I'll try to remember you every day, and be a sunshine maker, too."
The more one controls his temper, the less will it control him.
Berry.
Berry is not something to eat, as you might think, but a big dog that has a very important place. He is the night watchdog of the Electra Company's factory in Cleveland, Ohio. ”

“ Bessie said lovingly one night when all the children were gathered around their mother. "We don't mind a bit taking extra steps if only we can make you comfortable, so you must not think we get tired of doing things for you." ”

“ My mother likes blue-birds."—Written for Dew Drops by Sydney Dare.
When anyone speaks to us in anger, we should remember that it takes two to make a quarrel, and determine not to become one of the two. ”

“ The busy mother will find the care of the home too much for one pair of hands unless she enlists the children as helpers. Let her begin to practice systematics at once. Assign some corner or box of play-things to one child to be cared for. ”

“ A small boy might have the work of putting away yesterday's newspapers regularly, as his part in keeping the house tidy. The small daughter could pick up and dust in one special room, taking care that a second dusting by a more careful hand is not necessary. ”

“ Don't cry any more," said the lady as she put it down and handed it to Marjorie, kissing her little tear-stained face.
Marjorie clung to it with both hands and started for home. She wanted to put the umbrella back by the hall tree, and tell mother all about the runaway.—Written for Dew Drops by Flora Louise Whitmore.
THE ADOPTED BROOD.
"Oh, look, Bobby!" said Betty, as she jumped out of the swing, and went running down toward the hayfield. "Here comes Joe, and he has something to show us. I know it's a surprise." ”