glad she was that she had not left those scraps of paper for mamma to
pick up! It is always safe to listen to the little inward voice that
says, "Do right."

"Do tell me a story," "What can I play?" "What shall I do next?" the
little folks cry to the grown-ups, and all these things take time to
attend to. If the children who are too small to do any work to "help
mamma," would oftener amuse themselves, as Alice did, they would help
much more than perhaps they think.--_Written for Dew Drops by Mary
Harris_.

* * * * *

OUR SKATING RINK.

The wind blew shrill, the sky was gray:
"Oh, dear," sighed Molly, "how it rains!
Let's think of some new game to play,
I'm getting very tired of trains."

"I know," said Jack: "it will be fun!"
And seized some paper, pen and ink;
"Look, look," cried Susie, "what he's done:
He's written, 'To the Skating Rink!'"

The children thought it strange of him
To pin it up upon the wall;
"We haven't any skates," said Jim;
"It isn't any good at all."