lonely and stupid for her to stay in the same room all the time,
never seeing any other children."

"Keep thinking about it and the right thought will come to you," mamma
told her, and mamma's advice turned out to be right, as usual.

Two days later, Edith came downstairs, her face shining.

"I know, mamma. I know what will make Lucile happy every day in the
whole six weeks she must stay in the house. The kittens! I will give
her my kittens. It has been nearly two weeks since she has seen them,
and they have grown so much and their fur has fluffed out so
beautifully she will hardly know them."

And the kittens were lovely. Who wouldn't want a present like that?
Edith loved them with all her heart, but she didn't for one minute
want to keep them for herself when she knew they would make Lucile
happy. She put them carefully in a basket, covering them well to keep
out the cold. A nice Indian hanging-basket that she had used for a
swing for the pets was packed, too, and then papa took the "happy
thought," as mamma called it, to Lucile's home.

"Remember, it must be a surprise for her," his small daughter reminded
him as he left the house. "I want her to awaken from a nap and find
the kittens swinging in the basket just where she can see them."

And that is the way Lucile saw them. If they ever had looked sweet to
Edith's eyes, they looked a thousand times more so to Lucile's poor,
tired ones.

"Oh-h-h!" she exclaimed, with a long-drawn, happy sigh. "You darling
darlings! Have you come to stay, or are you only visitors?"

The basket with its dainty load hung from a picture-hook near by, and
the new-comers looked quite contented to stay. They jumped into the
bed and did all they knew to cure the little girl. And they really
helped.--_Written for Dew Drops by Elizabeth Roberts Burton_.

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Knowledge Box

When Lapland Babies Go to Church.

When Sunday morning comes, the Lapland father harnesses his reindeer
to the sleigh. Father and mother wrap themselves in fur coats and put
a fur coat on the baby, and away they go over the snow to church, it
may be ten or even fifteen miles, for the reindeer can go a good deal
faster than a horse.

But the old Lapland custom of caring for the babies while the grown
people are in church, you never would guess. For as soon as the
reindeer is made secure, the father Lapp shovels out a snug little bed
in the snow, and when it is ready the