THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY. AUGUST 14, 1921.
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Stories by Our Little Folks
(Prize)
The Dolls Concert.
Another stormy day and the chil
dren are confined to the nursery.
What long, tiresome things these
rainy days are! Did you ever note,
my little friends, that there are three
times as many hours in these as in
the bright, pleasant ones when night
comes before you have played half
as much as you intended? But
these, oh dear! Well, it was on one
of these long day that we gave a
doll concert. The way it came
about was this: We had tried
everything we could think of to
amuse ourselves, even had two or
three pitched battles, when nurse or
mother -would be obliged to inter
fere. We had pulled everything
topsy turvey in the nursery, even
pulled out all the poor dilapidated
dolls and toys past repair. Then it
was we found the drum and Ray
mond's trumpet. "Let's have a con
cert," cried Wilmcr, who delighted
in noise. ."I'll play- my trumpet,"
cried Raymond, ready to contribute
his share. "Me dum, me dum,"
cried )bby, our baby brother.
"Yes, Bobby shall dum and I'll be
the director and beat time," said
Wilmer. "Now, Barbara, you and
Patricia get your song books and
sing." "But we ought to have an
audience," said Barbara. "Why
can't the dolls come?" said Patricia.
"That's just the thing. Let's fix
them in chairs." In a few minutes
the dolls were arranged and the
concert began, . and I am .sure it
must have been a good one, for papa
said he heard us a whole block away.
Evelyn Sellwick, Aged 10, Jansen,
Neb.
I (Honorable Mention.) "'
The Cross-Roads.
' Two men stood at the cross-roads
of life. One said to the other,
"This road is" the easiest. It is
smooth and has green meadows at
the side to rest upon. Therefore I
choose this road for" it leads to the
same city as the other. Thereupon
the other man said, "Travel not on
that road for it is the road of temp
tation. This road is rough and leads
through morasses and over moun
tains and along the edge of preci
pices. But at the end is the same city
with success instead of failure.
Therefore I choose it; do you go
with me?" But instead the other
heeded not his advice, and traveled
the road of temptation.
The two men reached! the city of
achievement simultaneously. Said
one: "Have you met with success?
The other replied: "Not I, for my
guides, who were named Intemper
ance, Dishonesty, Gambling, and
finally Failure, were poor ones. They
lost the road and I met with failure
instead of success. Did you meet
with success?" "I have, for my
guides were Temperance, Honesty,
Trust, and finally Success, and were
trnnA ones and I met with success. I
arrived at the city of achievement
Mth much done while vou have
nnthinc" "True, true,'
ciiH thfl other. "I wish J had
followed your advice." Others stand
at the cross-roads of life and make
the same error, but some take the
road of work and arrive at the city
with success. Mary A. Race, aged
12. 3408 Webster street, Omaha,
Neb.
When Dorothy Forgot.
TWrvthv was sitting in the library
in , a big chair reading one of her
favorite books, "The Land of Oz."
"Dorothy, oh Dorothy 1" called her
mother from the stairway. "Yes,
mamma " she answered, without tak
ing her eyes off her book, "what do
you want?" "Come here, daughter.
alwava rome when I call you,
Dorothy, still with book in hand,
harried out in the hall to find htr
mother with hat and coat on. "Why,
-.amma, where are you going?" "I
am going to the city to do some
shopping this afternoon and wnue
im gone I want you to practice your
music lesson an hour, then alter you
do that vou must do your dusting."
"You know you never did quite all
of your work this morning; then
you may play, but do not go away
for I may bring company home ior
suooer and I may need you." "It is
only 2:30 o'clock." she said to her
self. "I will just practice a little
while and mamma won't know the
difference for I do so want to finish
fhi storv." So with a hop, skip and
a jump she was in the parlor open
ing up the piano
"Oh, dear," she said, "what's the
of workinar on this exercise when
T rnuld iust be claying my little
easy pieces, and mamma isn't here to
make me so I will just play any
thing until 3 o'clock, then I can tell
hpr I have been oracticing. I won t
be a fib. no sir." But long before
3 o'clock the piano was not heard,
She ran upstairs and rushing into
her brother s room, threw open tne
curtains and let the sunlight come
streaming in. I guess I will dust
brother's room first," she said, "be
cause it only has one chair, a, big
lc (best and a tew otner .-nice,
slick' things that are easy to dust."
Now Brother Ned was a young man
of 18 and, of course, had every
thing of his always in his room or
in the big oak chest. But that did
not keep little sister from- spying
around.
As she hurriedly gave the duster a
quick aweep over the window sill she
spied something on'the dresser. It
was a large colored box with a
beautiful big purple ribbon tied
around it. Her eye fell upon a little
white card attached to the box. "Miss
Helen Day, from your sweetheart,"
was written in her brother, Ned's,
handwriting.
. She slipped off the lid and there
was a lot of lovely chocolates, "Oh,
my, I just must have a dozen or
these nice chocolates." Getting
some paper she wrote the following
words: "Please, but I just had to
take a dozen of these candies, they
looked so good, so you won't care,
even if they are expensive." Un
fortunately she did not sign her
name at the end of the note, nor did
she write her brother's name at the
heading of the note, so one reading
it would not know who the note was
to or from. Slipping the ribbon
back on the box she skipped out in
the garden and under a nice shady
tree 'she settled herself down with
book in hand and a lap full of
candy to 'enjoy the afternoon. Be
fore she knew it a car stopped in
front of the house and her mother
got out with a number of bundles.
What was more there was the com
pany that her mother had talked
about bringing home. The parlor
was not dusted and what would
mother say. Jumping up Dorothy
hurried up the back steps and up
stairs to the bathroom to get
cleaned up before her mother saw
her. . '
"Dorothy I oh Dorothy 1" called
her mother, "come here, where
are you?" "I'll be down in just a
minute." By the time Dorothy had
made herself look presentable she
hurried downstairs looking as fresh
as a rose. Dorothy was introduced
to the1 company and her mother
called her in the kitchen, She
asked: "Dorothy, when I brought
home company I expected the parlor
to be dusted and now, look, you have
disobeyed me and see the results."
"Dorothy." called her father from
the parlor, "won't you come and play
for us your new piece, please."
She came in slowly and, hanging
her head, said under her breath, "I
don't know it, papa, I forgot to prac
tice it." The words came to mother's
ears and after Dorothy was ex
cused she took her in the other room
and said:" Dorothy I told you to
practice this afternoon and your new
piece especially. Now you have dis
obeyed me in two ways. uo to
your room and remain there for the
rest of the evening.
Dorothy running upstairs into her
room flung herself on her bed and
crying over and over again, "Oh,
whv did 1 want to have my own
way?" And she repented to herself
again and again. The maid came
up bringing a glass of water and a
slice of bread without any butter.
"What is this for, Marie?" Dorothy
asked of the maid. "Your supper,
child, your mother s$nt up," replied
Mane. Dorothy took the Dread anu
tried to eat, but she could not swal
low. With an effort she finished
her lonely meal and went over by
the' window and sat in the cool night
air till she grew sleepy. It was
bad enough to be shut up in her
room, but only bread and water for
supper was about all she could bear.
The next morning uorotny no
ticed her brother was in a very ex
cited mood. He was discussing it
with his mother, and Dorothy over
heard him say, "I don't see anything
so funny about a box ot candy, and
vet there is some ioke connected
with it. Surely the candy couldn't
have been spoiled." "Oh! No,
Brother Ned, the candy was awful
Brood and I'll bet it cost enough,
too. exclaimed uorotny. canayr
You? What candy?" "Why, why, I
didn't think you would care if I took
a dozen of them, they looked so
good. But why didn t you come
and ask me and I would have bought
you three boxes." "I did write you
a note and stuck it in the box to
tell vou." Brother Ned was at his
wits' end and saying aloud, "Oh, I
see, so Miss Helen Day thinks it
Fashion's
It Started Out to be a Lonely Day,
But You Never Can TelL
The Teenie Weenies had spent
nearly two weeks in their camp. The
two tiny trucks had been overhauled,
oiled and put in first-class condition
to continue the trip,
to a stop beneath a big dock leaf.
Th TWtnr had hern husv making
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gasoline, while tl e little i loiks i rested
filled the tiny storage tanks ,n each
The Tennie Weenies were up he- you can never tell when something
fore sunrise one morning, and the will get out of fix about an auto,
sun had hardly peered over the east- After . work.ng for an' hour the
em hills when the last tent had been Turk and Paddy Pinn decided a
pulled down, rolled Up, and tossed would take some time to get the en
on to the top of one of the trucks. gme working properly, so the Gert-
When all was ready the two trucks cral ordered the Tennie Weenies to
chugged out on to the road and find a place for a camp, and present
soon they were speeding 30 Teenie ly a lovely spot near by was chosen.
Weenies miles an hour over the fine With many hands to make the
highway. ' work light. the little camp was soon
Every' now and then the little in shape, while the Turk and Paddy
trucks would stop beneath the shady Pinn set to work fixing the stubborn
weeds along the road to let the big engine. ' , . , , ,
autos s,peed by, and occassionally "It's such a lovely day, lets pack
had tn run entirely off the road a lunch and go into the woods for a
to keep from being seen by folks,
who happened to be walking along
the highway. .
It was . a beautiful day, aud the
Teenie Weenies expected to cover
many miles before evening, but one
can never tell how lar tney wm g
in an automobile, for many things
may happen between daylight and
dark. .. . . .
"Something wrong with tne igni
tion," muttered the Turk, who was
driving one of the trucks. "I think
I had better stop and see what's the
matter." ' .
After signaling Faddy Finn, wno
was driving the second truck, the
Turk turned off the road and came
"Why, you just went all over the
u
is I that was so hungry and took the
candy. I will have to go over and
explain and, here, sis, you come with
me and apologize for your rude
ness." After it was explained and
everything was made right, Dorothy
came in the kitchen.
"Dorothy," said her mother,
"What ever made you take the candy
without stopping to think." "Oh, I
forgot," said Dorothy. "Yes, and
little girls go too far too many times.
Forget to practice, dust and so on.
See how it ends. Try not to forget
next time." I will try,' mother,
said Dorothy.
Conundrums
What age do king's most
enjoy?
Homage. .
What is the most deceptive age?
Mirage.
What is the best age for a horse?
Carriage. "
- What is the best age for a soldier?
Courage.
Why is a crying baby like a sun
flower? Because it is most yell-o
(yellow).
Blue Book
Children nowadays can't have as
much time as little Paul Dombey to
wonder what the wild waves are say
ing. They must be kept busy think
ing how much the wild mammas are
paying for their clothes. Certainly
some of the togs got up for summer
resort wear for the child are far too
bizarre and too costly to please either
good taste or ill pocketbooks. Yet
among these too fanciful modes it is
pleasant to reflect on the number of
simple things that are yet dis
tinguished by some original touch.
Such is the frock for the. girl of from
4 to 10 which is illustrated today.
Here variety is achieved by the com
bination of brown and buff organdy
and by a picot-edgd ribbon or buff.
C. Lowe. 1
Drawing a Distinction.
"I don't believe you know the dif
ference between classical music and
jazz."
"Yes, I do," exclaimed Mr. Cum
rox. "In classical music the mem
bers of the orchestra sit still and in
jazz they jump all over the plat
form." WashingtonStar.
Questionable Feature.
Askitt How did he make his
money?
Lostit That isn't worrying me.
What I'd like to know is how did
he manage to save so much of it!
London Answers,
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truck only a few days ago," said the
General as he watched the Turk
chinend ctthngin,
picnic," cried the Lady of Fashion,
"Let's go fishin'," suggested the
Dunce.
For the Live Boys
Six Omaha Hi-Y
Leaders to Attend
Conference Camp
The leading boys of the Omaha
High schools will take part in the
annual Hi-Y conference camp at
Camp Sheldon, the "Y" camp at Co
lumbus, from September 1 to 5.
This is a conference of the leaders
in school life to plan the work of
the Hi-Y clubs for the coming sea
son and this year promises to be the
largest camp the boys' clubs have
ever held. Sixty boys are enrolled
for the camp, which insures enthu
siasm and close competition in ath
letics and other camp contests.
Dwight N. Lewis of Des Moines,
state chairman of the Iowa railway
commission, and L. C. Oberlies of
Lincoln, chairman of the Nebraska
Board of Control, will be the prin
cipal speakers of the camp, each of
them being present for three days.
J. H. Beveridge, superintendent of
Omaha schools and chairman of ,the
boys' work committee of the Y. M.
C. A., will be the speaker at the Sun
day morning service.
Norman T. Weston, physical direc
tor of the Omaha Y. M. C. A., will
be in charge of athletics of the camp
and he has many new ideas in mind
for the athletic end of the camp life.
Rotary Club Members
And Scouts Go Hiking
Auto hiking seems to be a popular
pastirile with the scouts of Omaha.
And the reason for its popularity is
that the men from the Rotary club
like it as well as the scouts do, and
are willing to give their time and
cars every once in a while for a
hike to the woods.
Last week two of these hikes
were pulled off. Troop 3 from
Windsor school was taken out in
automobiles by several Rotary club
members and cooked their supper.
Eight scouts went on this trip north
of Florence. After supper a short
campfire was held, and then all rode
home in the moonlight. The scouts
are strong for auto hikes, and hope
to hold several more in the near
future.
Troop 37 from South Omaha went
on a hike Thursday night ,in cars
furuw by the Rotary club.
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"No!" exclaimed most of the lit-'
tie ladies. "You men go fishing
f wiU haye a
Arnold Spending
Vacation in Kansas
Picking Sunflowers
J. Shailer Arnold assistant boys'
work secretary of the "Y," is enjoy
ing his vacation at his home in Win
field, Kan., with relatives and friend.
He has been gone a week now and
letters from him indicate that he is
having a great time resting up for
next year's work with Omaha boys.
He will be back at work in the
boys' division a week from tomor
row and many of his friends, who
have missed him during the past
week, will be glad to -welcome him
back to Omaha for another year's
work.
E. E. Mickelwright and Mac Oil
man, who have been away on vaca
tions, have both returned and are in
charge of the work at the "Y" at the
present time. Mr. Micklewright
spent his vacation with friends at
Marshalltown, Waterloo and Cedar
Rapids, la., and at his home in Dav
enport. Mr. Ohman spent his vaca
tion in Chicago and Indiana.'
Boy Scout Notes
There were 70 boys in camp for
the period which just ended at Gif
ford. This was the next to the
largest camp held this summer. Chief
Executive Gendall estimates that
300 different boys will have been in
camp by the time the summer is
over. This is an increase of 100 per
cent over last year. The period
from August 20 to August 27 will
be devoted to the colored scouts of
the city. About 25 boys are ex
pected to attend this camp.
Camp Gifford was quite a lively
place last Saturday. Forty Rotary
club members and representatives
from the Kiwanis and Elks clubs
visited camp, and stayed for supper.
The Rotary club base ball team
played the camp team, in a game
where youth triumphed over expe
rience. The scouts licked the me
to a score of 10 to 4. The batteries
for the Rotary club team were Guy
Horton, Charley Gardner and W.
E. Reed. There were 105 hungry
mouths fed at supper that night, in
cluding the scouts and visitors.
One of the best courts of honor
held this year was held at Camp
Gifford Sunday, at which 35 merit
badges were awarded. Five deputy
In a short time the Lady of Fash
ion and her friends packed their
lunch and set off for the big woods,
which stood some little distance
from the camp, while several of the
boys went fishing.
Even if it was a lovely day it
seemed to be filled with trouble,
for no sooner had the little ladies
entered the big woods when one
of the twins, who had been taken
along by their mother, was severely
bitten by a mosquito.
A huge lump appeared on the lit
tle fellow's head, nearly as big as
a pea, and his mother was forced to
.. hurry back to the camp in search
of the Doctor, who soon quieted the
little fellow.
The rest of the little ladies who
had stayed for the picnic had just
finished their lunch and were lying
under the shade of a mushroom,
when a huge caterpillar fell off a
bush overhead and tumbled at the
feet of the Lady of Fashion.
The little women were scared half
out of their wits. In fact, they were
so nervous the whole day was
spoiled, and they soon made their
way back to camp where they spent
the rest of the afternoon listening
to the workmen's hammers as they
pounded on the tiny engine.
Just before dinner the Dunce was
carried into camo. covered with mud
and half drowned. The foolish fel
low had gone fishing, tied the end
of his line to his leg, gone to sleep,
and was pulled into the creek when
a hungry minnow" grabbed his hook.
If it hadn't been for the Cowboy
and the Old Soldier who happened
to be near, the silly Dunce might
have been drowned.
. . we w
had of it," said the Lady of Fashion
as the little folks gathered about
the camp fire that evening. "It
started out to be such a lovely day,
and iust see what misfortunes we
have had."
(Copyright, 1821, by William Donahey.)
of Omaha
commissioners and eight scout
masters and their assistants com
posed the court
Rev. Charles F. Holler of the
South Side Baptist church spoke at
the Sunday service last week.
Fat Lady I would like to have
you paint my portrait, please.
Artist (doubtfully) Madam there
is a scerfe painter on the top floor;
suppose you try him.
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The Largest Rain-Gage
Mount Waialeale, of Kaui. Ha
waiian islands, is the rainiest spot
on earth. The United States geologi
cal survey measured tne ramtan wun
a gage. The summit of the moun
tain is probably the most inaccessible
place at which a rain gage has ever
been installed and maintained. Only
the most expert mountaineers can
climb to it, aud the visit entails a
three-day trip.
In order to meet this difficulty,
the survey decided to install a gage
so large that it would hold a year's
rainfall. The gage placed on Wai
aleale in 1910 had a capacity of 600
inches, but proved too small. The
present gage, installed in 1920, holds
900 inches. Popular Science.
Where Tom Found His Manners.
Tom's father was a rich man and
Tom lived in a large house in the
country. He had a pony and many
other pets and wore fine clothes,
was proud of all the things his
father's money bought. Tom one
day thought being rich was better
than being good. He became rude
and very cross to the servants. One
day he kicked Towser. The dog
growled and Tom was afraid to kick
him again. One day while Tom was
playing in the yard a poor boy stood
by the gate. He was ragged and
dirty and in one hand carried a pail
half full of blackberries. "Go away
from here," said Tom, running to
the gate. "We are rich and wc don't
want any ragged boys around here."
"Please give me a drink," said tho
boy. "If you are so rich you can
give me a drink." "We cannot give
you anything," said Tom. "If you
don't go away from here I will set
the dog on you." The boy laughed
and walked away. "I think I will
get some berries," said Tom; o tak
ing his pail he went into the meadow.
Tom saw some large ones, just
across a ditch. He thought he could
jump it so he ran and jumped and
landedjn the middle and sank into
Tom was proud of all the things his
for help until he was tired. He was
giving up hopes of ever getting out
when he heard steps upon the grass.
Looking up he saw the ragged boy.
"Hfln me out of here and I will
give you a dollar," said Tom. "I do
not want a dollar," said the boy as
Jie laid down by the edge ot the
hank and stretched out his arms.
the mud up to his waist. He called
Tom grasped them and hung on un
til he was safely on the bank. The
next dav as the ragged boy was go
ing to the river Tom saw him and
told him to come in. I om gave nun
a ride on his pony. The boy said,
You have better manners now.
"Yes," said Tom, "I found them in
ths ditch
I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write me. I would gladly
answer them. Wilfred Bass, aged
13, Anselmo, Neb.
Pussy's Burial
Tb cemetery waa beneath
A ahaggy cedar tree;
The mournera were the Jersey cow,
And Fussy'a child and me.
The tombstone wii a piec of alat.
And daisies were the ahroud;
I cried a llttl to myself; .
Th kitten purred aloud. F. L. W.
A New Bee. '
Dear Busy Bees: I enjoy reading
your stories every Sunday. This is
my first letter to you. I am 10
years old and I am in the sixth
grade. The ladies of the Civic Im
provement club are having a flower
contest picnic this afternoon and we
are each to take a bouquet. The
one that has the nicest bouquet gets
a prize of $1. I think we shall have
a good time. I guess I will close
for this time. Ethelyn Deits, Age
10, Woodbine, la., 707 Weare street.
Wise Boy.
Teacher Johnny, stand up and tell
us how many sexes there are.
Johnny Three.
Teacher What are they?
Johnny Male sex, female sex and
insects. The Pathfinder.
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Bunny Comes to the Rescue.
Santa Claus was very much wor
ried. You see he was acting man
ager of the Sky during the Man in
the Moon's absence and several dif
ficult propositions had come bejore
him. He regarded the letter in his
hand gravely, and a tiny frown
creased his forehead. "Why does
Fairyland have to have a Zoo?" he
muttered. "And why do they want
our Bears?" He took another letter
from the table and tore it into tiny
bits. It could be plainly seen that
he was very angry. "I wish that
the Moonbeam Curio company was
in the Milky Way. And that re
minds me, I mustn't forget to go
after that milk for Mrs. Santa Claui."
He clapped his hands thrice, f.nd
in the twinkling of an eye a tiny
elf with a pad and pencil in its
hand, appeared.
"lake some letters, snapped nanta
and the elf fairly jumped, so fierce
was thg tone. "Take this to the
Moonbeam Curio company:"
"I will not sell the Diamond Dip
per for any amount of money. What
would the Stars do when they wanted
a drink from the Milky Way? What
would the people do without the
Dipper to look at?
Now, take this one to the fairy
land Zoo:
"I would not sell my Bears for
any amount of money. Who would
guard the Diamond Dipper and tne
Stars?" J ,-
The elf dispatched the letters and
Santa mounted his latest mode of
travel, a bicycle, and pedaled in the
direction of the Milky Way. It lay
there, shimmering in the sunlight
and far, far below lay a handsome
castle, "the home of the Easter Bun
ny. Santa was so much interested in
watching the tiny Cottontails lay the
colored eggs on the roof to dry that
he neglected to watch his step, and
ventured too near the edge. .
Splash! Santa's foot slipped and
in he went. Down, down and down
he went, until he cleared the Milky
Way and struck pure air. The tiny
rabbits saw him coming and hastened
to find something to break his fall.
They were too late, however, for
Santa hit the skylight and went on
down. Directly below was the huge
caldron which contained the egg col
oring. "My goodness!" shouted
Santa, "somebody help." But no one
heard and Santa hit the kettle with
a splash and a yelL .. ."Vj.-
"Hearing the commotion, the Easter
Bunny and his helpers rushed to his
aid. They helped him from his un
comfortable position, but he was a
sorry sight. His beautiful red coat
was stained with the purple dye, and
even his face was dyed.
"Oh, what shall I do?" he groaned,
"what will my wife say?"
The Easter Bunny laughed, for he
had heard of Santa's domestic life.
"She will never know," he said,
"come with me."
He took Santa out into his garden,
where there was a magic fountain.
You see, such accidents were always
happening to the rabbits who worked
in the factory, and the Magic Foun
tain always removed every particle of
stain.
In a few minutes Santa looked
the same as usual, except that his
face was a trifle pale. "Thanks ever
so rrrach," said Santa, "but how
will I ever get home?"
"The Fairy Queen just made me
a present of a Magic Carpet and
you are welcome to use it."
Santa was soon at home, thanks
to Magic Carpet, but his errand to
the Milky Way had completely
slipped his mind, until his wife de
manded the milk. He flushed and
his hand sought his coat pocket un
easily. But to his amazement a
bottle of milk came in contact with
his hand.
He drew it forth and handed it
to Mrs. Santa Claus. at the same
time thanking Providence that the
Easter Bunny had been so thought
ful. Helen Parker, Brownville, Neb.
Four Friends.
The North Wind brlnita the snow, :
The East Wind brings the shower
Th South Wind make tb fruit-tre
grow
The West Wind brings th flowr.
And which on Is th best
When I lov all so well
The North or South, the East or West
Would puzxl m to tell."
Kind Little Alice.
Alice Murray was a very kind
little girl of 12. Her father was a
very rich man, but like his daughter
he was also kind. One day on com
ing home from school Alice heard
someone weeping. She looked
around and -aw a little girl clad in
tags sitting on a large stone neamy.
Alice asked the girl what her name
was. She replied, "Susanne." Then
Alice said, "well Suianne, my name
is Alice Murray and I want to be
your friend. What is the matter?"
Susanne said that her father must
go to war unless he pave $300 to the
government. Alice said "Come to
my house on Madison avenue to
night and I will give you the
money." Then' Alice went home.
When she got home she asked her
father for $300 and gave it to Su
sartne. One day on Monday three
weeks later, Alice's father came
home and said that he had been
robbed of all his money. Then he
said that they must move into an
other little house. When Susanne
heard what had happened to Alice
she and her father came over and
said that they had come over to re
pay the $300. Then Mr. Murray
thanked them and they went home.
Four weeks later the robber was
found and Mr. Murray's money was
returned to him. Then Alice was
very glad that she had befriended
Susanne. Ethel Martin, age i
Eeemer. Keh.
