For I hope some day to be
Just the man she'd like to see.

Well I know that boys must learn
To be ready for each turn,
Never idle nor afraid.
By rough struggles men are made.
So each morning, off I start.
With a merry, willing heart.
--_Selected_.


* * * * *

LUCILE'S SURPRISE.


It was a bitter cold day in January, so cold that the children ran all
the way to school. It was snowing, too, and blowing as hard as it
could. A very small crowd was in the classroom that morning, and
everyone began to wonder why.

"Not on account of the cold, surely," declared Edith Watts. "Why, it's
just fine to be out to-day. And I know Lucile would never stay away
because it was cold. She has too much spunk for that."

But still Lucile didn't come, and everyone wondered: for she never was
sick, and had said nothing the day before about staying away.

[Illustration: "I want her to awaken from a nap and find the kittens