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Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 10, March 8, 1914

Author: Various

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DEW DROPS

[Illustration]

VOL. 37. No. 10. WEEKLY.

DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.

MARCH 8, 1914.

FRANCIE FISHER'S FISH

[Illustration]

By Marion Mallette Thornton

On the Primary Room wall was a beautiful picture of a shining river.
Francie loved to count the fish that were swimming in it. Just
fourteen there were, and every one stood for a new scholar someone had
brought into the Primary Class.

How Francie wished he could bring one and have Miss Florence pin a
fish in the river and a red tag on his blouse to show that he had
caught it.

"How you s'pose I can get a fish, mother?" he asked earnestly. "I
should think a Fisher-boy ought to be able to catch just one."

Mother shook her head. "I don't know, I'm sure. There isn't a child on
this street who doesn't go to Sunday-school."

"P'r'aps one will move on," said Francie hopefully.

But when a new family did move to that street there were no children
in it.

One day Francie came flying into the house. "Oh. mother, the ash-man's
here and I b'lieve he's got a fish with him!"

"What?" exclaimed mother, but when she looked out she understood.
Sitting in the ash-man's cart was a pretty little boy, with black eyes
and tight curly hair.

"Is he yours. Mr. Lugi?" mother asked, and the ash-man smiled and
nodded:

"Yes. mine--my Rafael."

"Does he go to Sunday-school?" put in Francie eagerly.

"No, no school--too little, him."

"Oh, but it's just Sundays and we sing and there's pictures. Couldn't
he please go with me. Mr. Lugi?" begged Francie, "I'll take awful good
care of him."

Mother explained a little more, and at last Mr. Lugi said Rafael might
go, only--"No dress up, no clothes," he said sadly.

But th