id the king, 'for
if I permitted myself to gather but an orange from it, my officers and
courtiers would not leave a single fruit in the entire garden.'

The higher in life a person is, the more careful he should be, for all
his faults are copied by those beneath him.

[Illustration: "'This is a present which your uncle has sent you.'"]

JESS.

A Dog Story.

'Now, Lottie and Carrie,' said Mrs. Sefton, coming out into the garden
just as the daylight was beginning to fade, 'it is time to be indoors;
bring your things and come in.'

'Oh, Mother!' cried both the little girls, 'we are just in the middle of
our game; do please let us stay a little longer.'

But their mother shook her head. 'I can't possibly do that,' she
answered. 'You will never be at school in time to-morrow unless you are
in bed by eight o'clock. Don't stop to talk about it, but come, like
good children.'

Then Carrie took up the dolls which were lying on the grass, while
Lottie loaded herself with the little basket-chair and the three-legged
stool, and in a very short time the two sisters were in the snug white
beds.

'Good-night,' said Mother, as she kissed them both. 'You have been good
girls to-day, and in the morning I shall have something nice to tell
you.'

'Tell us to-night, please--tell us to-night,' they pleaded. But Mother
was not to be moved, and the thought of what that something nice might
be kept Lottie and Carrie awake till the darkness had really come on.

But though they were late in going to sleep, you may be sure they were
awake early in the morning. They helped each other to dress, and were
downstairs reminding Mother of her promise long before they were
expected.

'I shall know now how to make you get up in good time,' Mrs. Sefton
said, laughing; 'but come along, it is not only something to tell, but
something to show you.'

She led them to the tool-house at the bottom of the garden, and there,
tied to a nail in the wall, was a pretty little black-and-tan dog--a
terrier.

'This is a present which your uncle has sent you,' Mrs. Sefton said.
'You are to have it for your very own--its name is Jess. Stand up, Jess,
and show your mistresses how you can beg.'

Jess stood up on her hind legs, and crossed her paws in such a funny way
that Lottie danced about with delight. Carrie was timid and hung back;
she did not like to say so, but she was really rather afraid of the new
pet. This was silly, but Carrie was only