ey pucker up a crying-mouth,
And pull the corners down;
They blot the smile from every face
And hush the happy song--
The little Bad Luck Brownies
That make the world go wrong!

The little Good Luck Brownies,
They sing and laugh and shout;
If any cloud of trouble comes,
They turn it inside out
To show the silver lining
That's always, always there,--
The little Good Luck Brownies
That make the world so fair!

[Illustration: Bad Luck and Good Luck Brownies]

HER ANSWER

It was an easy question and Margie thought it so,
An easy one to answer, as any one would know.
She smiled and smiled again as it hung upon the wall:
"In going to school what do you like the very best of all?"
Then grew a little sober as she began to write,
With wrinkles on her forehead and lips a little tight.
She wrote her answer carefully, with look so grave and wise,
She minded all her capitals and dotted all her I's,
She crossed her T's precisely, she smiled a little more
At all the pleasant images the pleasant question bore
Of all the merry, laughing hours, and all the joyous play--
"The thing I like the best of all in school--a holiday."

SIDNEY DAYRE.

A TROUBLESOME DAUGHTER

Angelica Sue is the carelessest child!
The trouble she makes me is perfectly fearful.
I told her this morning, but she only smiled,
And swung in her hammock, and looked just as cheerful.
I'm sure I should feel I had nothing to do,
If some one adopted Angelica Sue.

It's always Angelica falls in the dust,
Angelica's frock that gets torn on the fences,
The other dolls sit as I tell them they must,
But when she comes out, then the trouble commences.
Wherever I go, or whatever I do,
She's sure to be with me--Angelica Sue.

Oh, nobody knows how I work for that child!
But once, when I spoke of her ways to my brother,
He said, and he looked at us both, and he smiled,
"Angelica Susan takes after her mother!"
I've wondered since then if it really can be
Angelica Sue is a little like me.

HANNAH G. FERNALD.

THE RACE

Across the field and down the hill
I ran a race with Cousin Will,
And lost my shoe, I ran so fast,
And that is why I came in last.

But Cousin Will would try once more
Across the field down to the shore.
This time all would have ended well,
Only I stubbed my toe and fell.

And then