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The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931, July 30, 1919, Image 7

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the bottom was a little bed of saw-dust. 11 jd
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.
Don't let careless expenditure mako a sie/e
of your purse. Buy wisely and increase you*
money holdings by investing in 8. ,S.

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