"I fought I'd send the little-girl one to that lame boy at the corner.
I don't know him very well, but he looks kind of lonely, you said,
mother. Don't you s'pose he'd like it?"

Mother nodded. "And who is to have the other?"

A little hand stole into mother's, and two brown eyes full of love
were lifted to mother's face.

"That is for you," he said.


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"BOB'S LOST HIS TEMPER."

Uncle Will, visiting in the family, heard this remark quite often. One
day he said to Bob:

"I think it rather a fortunate loss, don't you?"

"What?" asked Bob, in surprise. "It wasn't a very good one, you know.
If I were you I'd try to get a better one, and then never lose it."

Good advice for Bob.


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