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OUR CHILDREN'S CORNER. BT UNCLE RALPH. FRIENDS OR FOES. "Those new children next door have taken â¢our very own playground in the wood!" cried Johnny. "And they are burning the twigs from OUT 1:rees in their camp fire!" added Jimmy. "They are playing at Indians," said Jack. -(¡'They have a lovely tent, and the boy that's as big as me is an Indian chief I wish we could play nice games like that." "We can," said Johnny, "but we will be Indians on the warpath, and we will drive those others away and take their camp. We can get some feathers like theirs to put in our caps, and I'll make a tomahawk from a piece of board. I watched the boy next door making his. We are the noble Blackfeet. Let us put on our war paint, my braves, and geek out our deadly enemies, the Ojibways." Like real Indians, they crept from tree to tree so quietly that their enemy did not hear them. At the Ojibway camp, the squaw, Day Dawn, had just gathered a bundle of sticks to mend the fire, and that brave warrior, Running Moose, waited to hft off the kettle with his pole while the wood was thrown into the fire. But as he lifted it., three terrifying yells rang out just behind him, and he gave such a start that down went the kettle with a crash. Away poured the water, putting out the blazing sticks with a great hissing and a cloud of steam that made the Indian's faithful hound leap yelping loudly. The seated chief jumped up in such a haste that he brought down the tent over him, and couldn't find his tomahawk. Day Dawn was the first to see the Black- feet. "Here are some more Indians!" she cried. caRow jolly! What fun we can have now! Do help us to light the fire again." So Jimmy gathered dry sticks, while Johnny comforted the faithful hound, and Jack helped the chief out from under his fallen tent. "Now we will have another game!" said ,Runniing Moose. "Shall we play at fighting, or shall we be friendly Indians?" The three boys looked at one another, then answered together: "Let us be friendly Indians!" THE FOOLISH GOOSEBERRIES. I ZL lot of stewed gooseb'ries were talking one I day, They all were as green as could be, The eldest cried, "Come, let's be up and away, Now, all of you just follow me!" The others all went where their big brother led; Hf; knew such a lot about pies And blackbirds and cooks, that they did what he said, For they thought him most wonderfully wise. They quickly climbed up to the top of the dish, A big bowl of cream stood near by, And one little srooseb'rv sighed: "Oh, how I wish That I had been put in that pie! "It isn't a pie; what a stupid you are!" A very big gooseb'ry replied, For he was the biggest and cros-sest by far, He pushed all the sugar aside! ""Of course, it's a cheese, that is easily seen. I'll jump on it; watch while I do." The others were jealous and, growing more green, Cried: "No, we will jump on it too!" Then, angry and hot, they all started to jump, Down, downâand they quickly got cool, For into the cream they all fell with a plump, And that was the first gooseb'rv fool. I THE DISOBEDIENCE OF BERTIE. I The big brother of Bertie had made a box- kite. On days when there was a fine breeze blowing from behind the back of the sky, Bertie's big brother would take the kite up oni the hill and fly it, to the great wonder and delight of Bertie. At the end of the holidays Bertie's brother went back to school. Before he went he made Bertie promise that he would not touch the kite. But what did my bold Bertie do? No sooner was his brother well out of the way than he took the kite out on the hill and began to fly it. At first it went beautifully, and Bertie was very pleased; but little by little the wind freshened, and the kite pulled more and more. And then all at once Bertie was jerked off his feet. Up and up he went, higher and higher. He saw the trees under him. He saw the fields and the cows-all dreadfully and hor- ribly below. He felt something graze his left leg. It was the vane on the spire of the village church. After that Bertie closed his eyes. Suddenly there was a snap, and Bertie felt himself falling at the rate of three hun- dred miles an hour. Bertie's brother, who happened to be looking out of the railway carriage window, saw something black drop right out of the sky on to the top of a haystack. It interested him very much; but if he had known it was Bertie he would have been interested still more. When he reached 'his school he found the other boys in great excitement over a large box-kite that had sailed down into the football field that very afternoon. And when he found it was his kite he guessed who had been sailing it, and spent ,uite a lot of time thinking of the things he would say to Bertie when they met again. Bertie went home to bed on the hay- stack-farmer's cart, badly bruised and very, very sorry for himself. HOW CISSIE GAINED A FRIEND. "Look! look, Cis! Two-year-old Tommy ulled the ragged sleeve of his little sister, who turned from the mirror, run- ning down the side of the toyshop by which they stood, while re-tying the ribbon round ,her hair. 0 Coming from the shop was a richly 'dressed lady, with a little boy and girl, ,their arms full of parcels; and as they -crossed the pavement to enter their waiting carriage two small dogs, held on leads by the smart footman at its door, began to bark and jump about delightedly. While the footman helped the children into the carriage, the lady picked up the little dogs, then got in herself; after which the foot- man sprang upon the box and they drove away. A minute later Cis, with a cry of surprise, bent to pick up a purse the lady had dropped from her muff when taking up the -dog. There were gold and silver coins in- .side, and some cards with a name and ad- Are. upon each. Cis read one of them carefully, then her face suddenly brigh- tened. "Come on, Tommie!" she said, catching her brother by the hand and hurrying him al on cr. Half an hour after they stood m the hall of a fine house, with the lady looking down -upon them, smiling very gently and sweetly. "Because you have brought me back my purse, dear child," she said, "I am going to do something for you in return. And indeed no honest act was ever better Tewarded than Cissie's that day; for the ladv not onlv sent them warm clothes, but she remained ever after their kind and generous friend.

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