"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes
from a kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she
lives in the hut or the palace."




THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.

BY MARGARET COLTON.


The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad place,
And a dangerous pitfall, too,
So easy it seems to slip into its depths--
And some of the little folks do!
Oh, I'm sorry for them when I witness their woe,
Their faces all wrinkle and twist about so;
And to their assistance I gladly would go--
But I dread the sad Valley of Grump, my dears,
I dread the sad Valley of Grump!

The sun never shines in the Valley of Grump;
The wind always blows from the east;
The air, I have noticed, is constantly chill,
And never warms up in the least.
As every one weeps, there are tears all the day;
And when people are cross, they have little to say;
And when faces are ugly, they look t'other way--
So beware of the Valley of Grump, my dears,