all in tying, for you've got a fine assistant!"

"Why, I can thread all the needles," Ruth said, her eyes shining. And so
she did. Needle after needle was threaded with the white yarn, and it
really was surprising to see how much faster the ladies could work. It
wasn't long before all the surface of the comfortable was filled with
rows of neat, white tufts and was ready to be ripped from the frame and
have its edges finished with herringbone stitches.

And Ruth felt very happy, for though she was only seven years old, she
had helped in the making of the pretty comfortable for the dear
missionary lady away out in Dakota.

--_Written for Dew Drops by Mary E.Q. Brush_.




THE SANDMAN.


The Sandman comes at set of sun,
Just when the happy day is done,
And when the quiet night's begun.

You hear him softly, softly creep,
And if you turn around to peep
He throws the sand that makes you sleep!

But don't be frightened--he is kind: