a fellow grows older, his remembrance comes shorter."

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OUR YOUNG FOLKS.

Two little girls, about eight and nine years old, have just been to my
room. The older one said, "This yere chile wants a dress to wear to
Sunday-school to-morrow, and her ma says if it don't fit she can cut it
off and make it over." I found among the contents of the last barrel a
pretty blue gingham that fitted. I am sure the one who sent the dress
would have felt happy if she could have seen the glad look of the child
as she received it. I found the older little girl was not attending any
day-school, and when I asked her what she did to help at home, she
replied, "I don't do nothing, but stay at home and tote wood and notice
the house."

The children may be interested in a question asked by a little girl in
the third grade. She said, "My pa wants I should ask you whether the
children of Israel, that Moses led out of Egypt, were black people, or
white people?"

I have been teaching nearly six weeks. The house is a cheap frame one
with a fire-place at one end. It is supplied with five benches, two
desks and a blackboard. On those small benches twenty-five or more
children must be seated. It is hard to keep them busy, as very few have
the books which they need. Many are just learning to read, and some of
these are making excellent progress.