"Oh, and I'll help you!" cried Pauline.

The new pen brought about other improvements. Tangled weeds and rubbish
heaps seemed most unsuitable surroundings for so dainty a little maid as
Pauline Randall; so John cut down the weeds and mowed the grass. He
raked up the brush and rags and tin cans. Pauline gave him slips from
her own geraniums, and he made a flower bed to put them in.

"Mother says she's awfully glad you fed my rabbits," he confided to
Pauline, one day, "for if you hadn't our yard would probably be the same
old place it has been for all these years."

Pauline looked up from the baby bunny she was petting. "I'm glad, too,"
she smiled. "If I hadn't, we might never have been friends."




SERVING THE QUEEN.

BY MARY E. JACKSON.


"Once upon a time, there was a brave little worker bee, who lived in a
big hive. She was strong and willing, and was ready to do anything. And
what do you think was the only thing required of her? She and a dozen
other bees were placed at the door of the hive, and were told to keep
their wings in motion, so as to send a steady current of air into the
inner cells of the hive where the queen was. The little worker bee was
disappointed, for she had wished to do some great service for her queen.