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Head was restless after his work was done. He would peep into the little house and then stand expectantly as though he looked every moment for some one to eouie. "His wife will soon he here to see the house he has built for her," Willie's father said as they watched the restless builder. The next morning Willie was awakened by a tapping oti the tin roof outside his window. He looked to see who was niaakiug such a noise, and there was Red Head, drumming a regular tat-a tat-too, tat a-tat-too. "There aren't any worms in the tin, Red Head !" Willie said, leaning out the window. Hut Red Head kept on drumming. He thought il very stupid of the small boy that he did not understand he was entertaining Mrs. Red Head, who had arrived during the night. The drumming continued for more than itii hour, then Willie saw a second Red Head shyly tapping on the tin at t lie other end of the roof. Ho ran to his father, "Mrs. Red Head has ar rived," he cried. "Come see if she likes; the house that was built for her!" Father and son slipped softly to the corner of the house. They saw Mrs. Woodpecker fal low Red Head to the apple tree. She entered the doorway, and when she came out again Willie's father said: "She thinks it a very nice house indeed " After a while Willie did not see Mrs. Red Head coming and going from her. little house, and his father told him there were six ? . ^gs in the nursery which she was keeping warm. After two weeks Willie saw Red Head carry ing out shells and dropping tl em as he flew. "There are babies in the nest now," his father said. "Watch how careful the parents are about the food for the fledglings. I am going to give you my field-glass so you ear. draw them near enough to see what careful parents they are." When Willie met his father at supper time he had a wonderful story to tell him. "Red Head caught an insect and I saw him tear the wings off. Then he pushed it into a small hole he had bored in the tree, and he pounded the meat into a pulp before he fed it to his babies." "Did you see him catch the insect?" his father questioned. "Yes; he stuck out his long tongue and the bug stuck fast as though it had been glued on." "You have learned what every one does not know, that Red Head's tongue is covered with a glue-like liquid to which insects stick fast. When the fledglings are a few days older fath er Red Head will feed them meat without grinding it or removing the wings." "I peeped in the nest," Willie said, "und saw the babies. They have on little e >ats of down that look like fur." At last the little family in the tree wer-j ready to come out and see the big world. WTil lie saw one little fellow sitting in the doorway while his mother coaxed him to fly to a twig nearby. After a day or two longer they all came out, dressed in soft smoke color and looking very clumsy when mother Reft~Head tried to teach them to fly. ? The Presbyterian. Children's Letters FRENCH CHILDREN. Dear Miss Argyle: Please excuse me for not having sent my "orphan money" sooner, but I am sending $1.00 now for June, July, Children's Sermon THE BLUE DAY THAT DID NOT STAY BLUE. "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it to me." ? Matt. 25:4. Freddie glanced up into his mother's face as she came down t lie stairs and he saw that her eyes were tired and that she looked hot and weary. "Father is so ill, dear," she said, "and I have so much to do. Could you take this pre scription down-town for me? Oil, dear, it is such a blue day!" "What is a blue day, mother?" asked Freddie. "A blue day, dear, is one when everything goes wrong and it seems as if they would never be right again, and when you are tired and when ? oh, when everything is topsy-turvy, as it is here .just now!" \ "But, mother, dear the sun is out and the birds are singing and the sky is so blue ? not that kind of a blue at all ? so why should you be blue?" "Why, indeed!" said his mother, as she looked down into his merry face where the dimples in his cheeks were playing hide and and seek with each other. After he had brought home the prescrip tion, Freddie went to school. lie carried a rosy-cheeked apple in his pocket which he thought he would eat at recess, but when the time came he noticed that the teacher leaned her head wearily against her hand as if she were very tired, so he went up. quietly and laid the apple on her desk with a beaming smile. "Oh, thank you, dear," she said, and as she ate it her face brightened. "Is it a very blue day?" Freddie asked. Smiling back into his eyes, she said: "It was ? but it isn't now." Skipping out into the yard ho remembered the loly-pop that his father had given him because lie had helped pick up the apples, so he took it out and sucked it happily until he spied little lame Peter standing all by himself in a corner of the yard, watching the other boys play marbles. Freddie ran over to him. "Want a lick?" he said, holding out the lolly-pop. Peter's eyes sparkled as he took several good licks and then handed it back to Freddie. "Good isn't it?" said Freddie; "it's pepper mint." "Thank you," said Peter. "I haven't tasted a lolly-pop in a long time." "Haven't you," asked Freddie. "We'll take turns. You take a lick and then I will." When they had finished and there was nothing but the stick left, he said: "Does your leg hurt you very much today?" "It did," said Peter, "but it doesn't seem to now." When Freddie was on his way home from school one of the big boys passed him running. "Better hurry, Fred ? it's going to rain," he said. Fred laughed as he replied: "Why, that's funny, I thought the sun was shining!" and he hurried home to get there before the storm. When he reached the house he saw his mother sitting quietly on the porch sewing. "Father is better," she said, "and the work is all done, and it's been such a nice day after all ? so bright and sunshiny and pleasant." "Why, mother," said Freddie, laughing, "don't you know that it is raining right now?" "Why, so it is!" she replied, as she hugged Freddie up close; "but look! See that beau tiful rainbow over there?" "There is always a rainbow when there is sunshine in our hearts, Freddie," she added. ? The Christian Work. August and September. I have 'already paid through May. Wishing much success for the orphan fund, I am Your sincere little friend, Phillipsburg, N. J. Elizabeth M. Baker. Dear Elizabeth : Thank you for your money. We have a very large family now, haven't we? II. A. r MEEKEST MAN. Dear Presbyterian : This is my first letter to you. I am a girl thirteen years ohl. I en joy the letters in the Presbyterian very much. I live in the country and go to Sunday school every Sunday I can. Our pastor is Rev. J. L. Beattie. We all like him fine. I will answer Laura Borrow 's question. It was Solomon. "I will close by asking a question : Who was the meekest man in the Bible? Your unknown friend, Rutlierfordton, N. C. Eva Ilampton. Dear Eva : We are glad to hear from you and to know that you have been studying your Bible so well that you can answer and ask questions. Write to us again. II. A. COAT OF MANY COLORS. Dear Presbyterian : I enjoy the little stories and letters in your paper every week, and I want to write a letter too. I hope you will publish it. I have a big black and white cat named Tootoo. He is the nicest cat I ever knew. I have two bunnies and my brother has two little pigs. He named tliem Ham ami Sausage. 1 will close by asking a Bible ques tion : What little boy had a coat of many colors? Your friend, Mariana Whitfield Alexander. Jackson, Miss. Dear Mariana : Those are fine names that your brother gave the pigs. Your question is a good one. Watch for the answer and write to us again. H. A. , A BIBLE QUESTION. Dear Presbyterian : This is my first letter to you. I am eight years old. I have a little yelldw kitten, which always goes walking with me when we go toward the woods. She is not afraid of anything but dogs. My Sunday school teacher is Mrs. Jennie McKay. I have recited the Child's Catechism. I will ask a Bible question : What three men were put into the fiery furnace? I hope you will publish this letter, as I want to surprise Mamma and Daddy. * Your friend, Edith Whitfield Alexander. Jackson, Miss. Dear Edith : We are glad to hear from you, and to have you ask a Bible question. 1 wonder who can answer it. H. A. 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