em."

"Yes," said his mother. "I see you remember. I shall send them all
to-night to the Children's Hospital."

"But, mama," said Roger, "if I don't have any toys to take care of, how
can I learn to take care of them?"

Mrs. Bertram had to turn away so that Roger should not see her smile.

"I shall have to think of some other way to teach you to be careful. Now
go and bring me all your toys."

Roger went out of the room to do as his mother said. When he had gone,
Mrs. Bertram sat thinking until he came back.

"I have decided that I want you to dust the library every morning."

Roger looked astonished. "Boys don't dust," he said.

"Sometimes," said his mother, smilingly. "Your Uncle Fred had to dust
his own room when he was at West Point. Now if you dust the library
every morning for two months faithfully, and do not break a single
ornament, I shall know you have grown careful in one way, and that may
help you to be careful in another."

The next morning Roger began his work. At first he disliked it very
much, but after a while he grew very particular. It was not pleasant to
be without any toys, and he determined to earn them.

The day when his trial of two months would be up, would be Christmas
Day. He did not know if his presents this year would be toys or useful
things. All his mother had said about his work was, "My dear, you are
improving."

Christmas night came, and with it a beautiful tree. Imagine Roger's
delight when he saw on and about it new skates, a new sled, a new violin
and a new drum.

And up in the highest branches, in letters of gold, these words: "For
the boy who has proved he can be careful when he tries."

A VISIT FROM A PRINCE.

Harry was playing with his letter blocks one afternoon, when a prince
came to visit him.

Harry knew the prince very well, indeed. As soon as the prince came into
the room Harry said:

"Hullo, old fellow, is that you?"

Was not that a very strange way to greet a prince?

And wasn't it stranger yet for Harry to say next:

"Come, sit up, old boy, and give us your--"

Was it hand Harry was going to say? No, indeed, it was paw. "Sit up, old
boy, and give us your paw."

Prince was a beautiful dog, as black as a coal. Indeed, his real name,
his whole name, was Edward, the Black Prince. Now you must ask somebody
to tell you about the man who was called the "Black Prince," the man for
whom Harry's dog was named.

When Harry asked Prince to give his