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August is, 1909.
best fireman of us all." A one moment ceased his his tail and said, dog fash but I am not a fireman, I ?Edna Everett, in Kinde THE ORAN It was told by Maritza away Turkey, and I am g< tn cvprv nnp lipcanco T 1101 child who had discovered I was finishing, my brej heard a little sound at my < had slipped off her shoes : so softly through the opei her. After I had taken the p had sent, 1 gave Maritza t in a dish on the table. Oi other was quite small. "One orange is for you,' may carry to Louka. Whi Maritza waited a long anv time she wnnlrl have child to answer promptly < be easily heard; but this t good manners required, i and over and then the oth< After a little more urgii "This one." It was the bi Curious to know of the her so long in deciding, I give Louka the small oran & "ON TIME FOR EIGHT YEA Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl, eleven vej I go to Sunday school and churci Sunday. I have a gold pin- foi to Sunday school on time Coi years. I like to read the sto your paper very much. Hope my letter In print for 1 want prise father. Your unknown friend, Jackson, Miss. Martha Gwin h HOME FROM THE SEA SHi Dear Presbyterian: I am a litl nine years old. I go to the 1 terian church and Sunday sch want to surprise my mamma am I am just home from Atlantic C had a good time going in the I have two kittens, one is my e and a pig and dog. This is n letter. I hope to see it in prinl Your friend. Sarah Hortence Hi Charleston. W. Va. TWELVE YEARS OLD. Dear Presbyterian: I am a lit) twelve years old. I love to go I day school. Miss Flora M. Si my teacher. I have a little sist year old and two brothers. I ho letter will be published. From your friend, Duke, N. C. Pearl Br L L THE PRESBYTERI/ md Cap, who had never for "Bow-wow-wow!'' wagged ion, "I did the best I could, am only Cap. the fire dog." rgarten Review. GE SECRET. , a little Greek girl in farming to tell it here and now rer have found an American it. lkfast one morning when I elbow. It was Maritza, who it the outer door, and come 11 hall that I had not heard arcel of sewing her mother wo oranges which were left ne of them was big and the ' I said, "and the other you ich one will you give her?" while before answering. At thought it rude for a little 3r in a voice loud enough to ime she waited longer than she looked one orange over sr. lg from me, she whispered: g one. i struggle which had made said: "But why don't you ge? He is a small boy." Our Wee I lRS" THE LAN! Mary Kathei Jmrer Over the hills and fs 1 going ^re v?ices ?f childrc r elglu There is a garden, li rles in Where music floats 1 to see M ay ! to 3urThere is the beautifi Where many childre -lutton. There they dance, an Like little fairies?ol ORE. :le girl, MY SER ^^1 ^ have ten little ser d papa. about, Ity and see if you can fi ocean. Two of my servants i lister's, And they have ten : iy first them, too. Two of my servants ; And are always read; iyett To keep me posted around, Except when they're le girl, ,, profound, to Sun- ',wo them tell me nlth is Jwo of them run ar er, one Ehe ninth one warns pe this near! She's always talking Now, who are my sen ya?t- them, say ? OF THE SOUTH. Maritza dug her stockened twisted her apron hem before i "Is not Anna waiting for m "Anna and I will eat my orai twelve pieces and the other e like to take six pieces if I had "You can not see through t to tell how many pieces the know?" I asked. Then Maritza told me the o it: If you look at the stem-en< Vee the scar where it pulled like a little wheel, with spol center. If you count the spac you will find that there are y there will be sections in the 01 and so you can tell as Maritza your orange has. Perhaps you think every or; her, just as the apple has h seeds; but you will find that Well, I don't know. I>ut, pe history of the orange, when it when it is only a bud, sometl hurts some of the cells or m; grow some of the rest. Thei mixed ; and. no matter how I the orange becomes, it has n had when it was a little greet to be an orange. The next time you eat an 01 secret before you open it.?Li kittle Ones j(& ) OF NOD. "ine Rhoads. Dear Pi ir awav eleven ye 'ii at tlipir iilov ant visit ii ' I read th( ttk; ones say, ,T , ha! :hat comes with the wm ask him breai his hind il Land of Nod, paws. A n's feet have trod; cards fro d sing, and plav, Yc i, so gay! Seneca, VANTS. vants I'll tell you Dear Pi nd them out: only elevt ny hard work do, letter to : servants to wait on Presbyter day. My ire very bright, My teachi v, day and night, There are on what's going on j>er ls fl ? huorffv ?n< , . ,1 to Sunday ; closed in slumber horse.bacl I have a i what others say, Converse ound and play ; and a br me when danger is Camp. H reach the and fussing all day : Your II /ants; can you guess McComb. t3 toes into the carpet and she answered, e at the ga^e?" she said, ige together. Mine has leven. Anna would not only five." he orange skin, Maritza, re are. How is it you range secret, and this is i of an orange you will away from the stem is ces going out from the es between these spokes ust as many of them as ange when you open it; did how many "pieces" ange has the same numve cells which hold its it is not so. Why not? rhaps away back in the : is a flower, or perhaps ling may happen which akes some of them out1 the number of cells is >ig and plump and juicy 0 more sections than it 1 button, just beginning range, try to find out its ttle Folks. < = "DIT." esbyterian: I am a little girl, ars old. I live In Seneca, but ag my uncle in the country. 1U41. b 11 iiiti leners in your paper. i a black cat named Dit; he the blessing, when you give d to eat, by standing up on legs and putting up his fore little girl sent n;e some post m Spain. >ur friend, May Stribling. S. C. A PONY. esbyterian: I am a little girl, ;n years old. This is my first rour dear paper. I go to tne ian Sunday school every Sun father is the superintendent, er is Miss Sue Nail Murray, five in our class so our num). We have a little pony and it we ride in every Sunday school. Brother Hugh rides c. The pony is named Julia, sister, who goes to school at College in South Carolina, other who goes to French ope my little letter will not waste basket. Ittle southern friend, Beulah Irene Johnson. Miss.