She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters.
"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us
all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are
done."

Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin.
"You said you meant to stay home."

"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross
Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower
bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe
shape on the leaves."




THE QUEER BLACK CALF.

BY MATTIE W. BAKER.


"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur.

"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie.

"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was
only four years old."

"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home