want to keep them for herself when she knew they would make Lucile
happy. She put them carefully in a basket, covering them well to keep
out the cold. A nice Indian hanging-basket that she had used for a
swing for the pets was packed, too, and then papa took the "happy
thought," as mamma called it, to Lucile's home.

"Remember, it must be a surprise for her," his small daughter reminded
him as he left the house. "I want her to awaken from a nap and find
the kittens swinging in the basket just where she can see them."

And that is the way Lucile saw them. If they ever had looked sweet to
Edith's eyes, they looked a thousand times more so to Lucile's poor,
tired ones.

"Oh-h-h!" she exclaimed, with a long-drawn, happy sigh. "You darling
darlings! Have you come to stay, or are you only visitors?"

The basket with its dainty load hung from a picture-hook near by, and
the new-comers looked quite contented to stay. They jumped into the
bed and did all they knew to cure the little girl. And they really
helped.--_Written for Dew Drops by Elizabeth Roberts Burton_.

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Knowledge Box

When Lapland Babies Go to Church.


When Sunday morning comes, the Lapland father harnesses his reindeer