red in the face with so much digging. "Now, Stubby's
got the idea, we can go back and arrange the playhouse."

"Oh, I'd rather do this!" cried Marguerite. "We can arrange that
playhouse any rainy day."

"Well, if you want to, we'll keep on," said Rose, looking very happy,
and giving Stubby a bear-hug.

Stubby didn't usually like being hugged, but this time he hugged Rose
back, and said, "My doll's name is going to be Rose."

THE PRINCESSES AND THE WOOD-CUTTER'S DAUGHTER.

BY JANE WEST.

When the queen was riding in the forest she met the woodcutter's little
daughter, and she was so pleased with the child that she invited her to
visit at the palace. The child, Avis, came the next day, and she was
taken up to the royal nursery to play with the princesses.

Before long the children were arguing about what game they should play.
Then Rose, who was the eldest, remembered her duty to the visitor.

"What would you like to play, Avis?" she said.

"I'd like to play whatever the rest of you like," said Avis with her
bright smile.

After that the princesses were ashamed to argue about it. They agreed to
let Mignon, the smallest of them, choose. She chose Ring-around-a-rosy,
and they all played, and had a great deal of fun.

When the queen came in for a few minutes Avis remembered to draw up the
best chair, and place a footstool for her feet.

All day Avis was so sweet and good-natured that the princesses quite
hated to part with her. They said good-night, when she went, urging her
to come soon again.

"How does Avis learn to be polite?" Rose asked the queen that night.
"She is only a poor woodcutter's daughter, and lives in a weed cottage.
But she has better manners than we, who live in the palace."

"Why, my child, you have forgotten what politeness is. Mignon, my little
one, I just taught you yesterday, stand forth and tell your sisters."

So Mignonette put her hands behind her, and chanted:

"Politeness is to do, and say
The kindest thing, in the kindest way."

"There, children," said the queen, "you see how it is. Politeness comes
from a kind heart, and it makes a child lovely, and beloved, whether she
lives in the hut or the palace."

THE VALLEY OF GRUMP.

BY MARGARET COLTON.

The Valley of Grump is a sad, sad place,
And a dangerous pitfall, too,
So easy it seems to slip into its depths--
And some of the little folks do!
Oh, I'm sorry for them w