e learned,
Nor shall I soon forget;
Whatever frightens me again,
I'll march straight up to it.

10. And when I hear an idle tale,
Of monster or of ghost,
I'll tell of this, my lonely walk,
And one tall, white guidepost.

LESSON XLVII.

THE MONEY AMY DID N'T EARN.

1. Amy was a dear little girl, but she was too apt to waste
time in getting ready to do her tasks, instead of doing them at
once as she ought.

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2. In the village in which she lived, Mr. Thornton kept a
store where he sold fruit of all kinds, including berries in
their season. One day he said to Amy, whose parents were
quite poor, "Would you like to earn some money? "
3. "Oh, yes," replied she, "for I want some new shoes, and
papa has no money to buy them with."
4. "Well, Amy," said Mr. Thorhton, "I noticed some fine,
ripe blackberries in Mr. Green's pasture to-day, and he said
that anybody was welcome to them. I will pay you thirteen
cents a quart for all you will pick for me."
5. Amy was delighted at the thought of earning some
money; so she ran home to get a basket, intending to go
immediately to pick the berries.
6. Then she thought she would like to know how much
money she would get if she picked five quarts. With the help
of her slate and pencil, she found out that she would get
sixty-five cents.
7. "But supposing I should pick a dozen quarts," thought
she, "how much should I earn then?" "Dear me," she said,
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figuring a while, "I should earn a dollar and fifty-six cents."
8. Amy then found out what Mr. Thornton would pay her
for fifty, a hundred, and two hundred quarts. It took her some
time to

do this, and then it was so near dinner time that she had to
stay at home until afternoon.
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her basket and hurried to the pasture. Some boys had been
there before dinner, and all the ripe berries were picked. She
could not find enough to fill a quart measure.
10. As Amy went home, she thought of what her teacher
had often told her--"Do your task at once; then think about
it," for "one doer is worth a hundred dreamers."

LESSON XLVIII.
WHO MADE THE STARS?

1. "Mother, who made the stars, which light
The beautiful blue sky?
Who made the moon, so clear and bright,
That rises up so high?"

2. "'T was God, my child, the Glorious One,
He formed them by his power;
He made alike the brilliant sun,
And every leaf and flow