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Our Boys and Girls LENA'S SUNNY HOUR. By ftliss J. L. Glover. It was a hopelessly rainy day. The raiu fell in a steady, determined way, as if it had no in tention of slopping for a month. The children had managed pretty well all the morning, with indoor games and books; but when dinner was over and it was still pouring, their tempers began to give way. Tom and Archie began to spar, and Polly to cry because Betty and Kate were teasing her. Lena, the eldest, hurried to the rescue. "Don't fuss, children," she begged! "It's so horrid; it makes a rainy day worse, not to have it pleasant inside." "That's what's the matter," growled Tom. "We've done everything we can think of, and the old rain won't stop!" "Oh, Tom!" pleaded Lena. "Find something jolly to do, then, and we won't fuss." "Well, if you will all be quiet and ask rid dles for a little while, I'll think up something," promised Lena. She left the room and stood by the staircase window, looking out to see if there were any hope of a gleam of sunshine. But no! "It looks as if it would never stop," she thought, despairingly; and then suddenly she remembered the bow in the cloud, and the promise. Comforted, she turned away. "It will stop, some time. The rainbow means that; and in the meantime, we must just make sun shine in the house." She stood thinking for a minute; then a bright thought came to her, and she ran away smiling. A word or two to mother gained permission to make a small bright fire in the nursery, and to rummage a certain old trunk in the attic for for some ancient curtains of yellow cretonne sprinkled with bright birds and flowers. These she pinned across the lower sashes of the three windows, shutting out the dismal view of the outside world. A fourth curtain she spread for a cover on the table in the middle of the room. On this she set a vase filled with gay red and yellow flowers, zinnias and bachelors' buttons, making a spot of brilliant color. Around the table she grouped six chairs, and before each place she laid a sheet of drawing paper and a box of school crayons. The dancing firelight on the yellow curtains gave a sunshiny effect and the birds and flowers seemed almost alive in the glow. She nodded approvingly, and ran to call the children. "It's a surprise." she said. "Shut your eyes and don't open them till you get inside the door. There!" She had piloted them care fully, and now five pairs of eyes flew open at nnce. Five voices exclaimed in chorus, "IIow pretty ! And how funny to have a fire in sum mer, but it's niec!" "This is the Sunny Room," explained Lena. "Doesn't it look like sunshine? Now, every body must sit down and copy these flowers in the middle of the table; and the one who makes the best drawing will get the vase for a prize. Isn't it pretty?" It was Lena's own cherished vase, her birth day gift from Uncle Jim, but she gave it will ingly in the cause of sunshine-making. The bright room, the new and pleasant occu pation, had scattered weariness and ill-humor as by magic. The next hour was a sunny one indeed, as tongues ran merrily and pencils worked busily on the sheets of paper, and a per feet garden of flowers bloomed around the table. "Time's up," Lena announced at last. "Show jour papers." The papers were passed around, and little Polly, being chosen judge, fixed presently on ouc as beijig in her opinion the best. Everybody crowded to look at it. "That's mine!" said Lena, laughing. "I never thought I might win my own prize. But never mind; everybody has done so well, I think you are all entitled to a prize: so here goes!" She took from the mantel a box of choco lates tied with bright red ribbons, and open ing it, placed it on the table, with the invitu tion, "Help yourselves!" When the little feast was over, and not a single chocolate remained in the box, she went to the window, and drawing aside the "sun shine" curtain, let in a flood of real sunshine. The rain was over, and the sun was smiling a "Goodnight" before he went to bed. And suddenly Lena cried out and called them all to look at the lovely rainbow spanning the east ern sky. The "sunny hour" which might have been a cloudy and stormy one, had ended with this beautiful reminder of the rainbow's promise. "The sunshine will always come back," said Lena happily, "and till it doss, we can al ways make some for each other, indoors!" McPhersonville, S. C. THE TRUTH ABOUT MISS MUFFET AND THE SPIDER. Yes, it is perfectly true that I sat on a tuffet to eat my curds and whey. It is also true that a spider sat down beside rae, and maybe I did seem frightened away, although as a matter of fact I did exactly what he told me to do, for the minute he sat down he sighed : "Dear me, Miss Muffet, I'm clean tuckered out. Been try ing a new stitch in cobwebs. Run over and see how you like, the new patterns. Very in tricate." So over I ran to examine the stitch. "It's a perfect beauty," I said. "If you sold it in the stores it would bring a fortune." 4 ' Stores ? Sell ? What are you talking about ? All I ever consent to do in a store is interior decorating in the corners, etc. And nowhere am I less appreciated. I have seen my loveliest, laciest webs swept down in ten seconds ? and it took me hours of difficult ballooning to make them." "Ballooning? Are you an aviator, sir!" I said. "Aviator? "Why, of course! I'm the origi nal aviator ! I don't want to seem to boast, but all the things that men are trying to learn about flying in the air in balloons and para chutes I knew centuries ago. Of course the birds may go farther and swifter, but that's because they have a speed mania. Personally I think it is more refined to decorate the corner where you are." "Would you mind telling me how you do it, sir?" "I tell you what," said the spider, "we will do a little stunt, you and I. Run indoors, my dear, and fill your curds-and-whey bowl with water." So I did. And that is when the Mother Goose poet saw me, of course, and clapped me into a verse. But I think it would have bee'n a more interesting poem if he had watched a little longer and reported the next event. For I brought out my tlisli full of water, ami as Ec directed, I put a block of wood in the centcr of the water and put him on board this floating island. He scurried around in every direction, cry ing: "Water, water everywhere! How shall 1 get to land?" "Arc you scared?" I asked. "I will lift you over, sir." "Tut ! Tut ! that was just playing to the gal lery, my dear. I shall now proceed to make a fairy bridge. Kindly watch me! See, I rear up on my hind legs and begin spinning a thread. This thread is a lovely liquid substance with which the Ixml God has equipped all of us spiders. We spit it out of us, and as we spin it it becomes a delicate bit of gossamer. Ah, me ! I made it a bit heavy that time ; it sinks in the water. But I will try again. Ah! light as air, isn't it? A bit of thistledown, isn't it? This isn't conceit, Miss Muqet; it's gratitude to the Creator for giving me this wonderful equipment. Ah, watch! watch! Do you see that zephyr float my tiny thread across the water? When it is strong enough I will skip across my suspension bridge. No Robinson Crusoe-on-a-desert-island about me ! I have my bridge inside me, ready to weave! See, I am now on shore again." "I think that is very wonderful!" I cried. "What else can you do? That wasn't balloon ing, was it?" "Of course not, my dear. This is balloon ing." And he ran up the side of a high fence. He wove a long strand of gossamer, he shaped it into a cradle with his hind feet ,and spun long threads to buoy it up. Then in he got and waited for a gust of wind to come along and launch his little airship. Off he sailed! And, landing in an apple tree, he spun a lace doily on top of an apple blossom. It was a lovely sight. "I am also a cannibal," he said shrewdly at? he snapped at an unfortunate fly and gobbled it up. "Cruel !" I cried. "Not a bit of it: Lamb chops were once nice frisky little animals gamboling in tn? meadows but you sent the butcher out to get your dinner for you. Pork was once grunting in the pigpen contentedly, steaks were once mooing gently among the buttercups and chickens were onee clucking in the barnyard. Every time you eat an egg you eat a baby chicken! You are really more of a cannibal than I am." I sat very quiet and looked at him in a friendly way. "The thing I like best about you is when you decorate the fields and fences in the early morning, and the dewdrops catch in the gossamer webs so that it looks like fairy land." "Those gossamer webs are bridges, my dear Miss Muflfet ; we spiders spin them on our way to get our breakfast. It's all very practical, really." he sighed. ? Miss Mufifet Herself, in the Baptist. AIRING THE DOLL BED. I never make my dolly's bed Till it's had sun and air, Because I always give my doll The very best of care. Each morning when my dolly's up I raise the sash and shade And let the room air for an hour Before the bed is made. And so I keep my dolly well. She's happy at her play. It's all because I air "he? bod On every single day. ?? Ex.