his open palm over hers, and with
tears in his eyes, pleaded in this wise:

"Please, Miss Linnet, whip me instead! She is only just a little girl
and I KNOW she'll cry, it will hurt her so! I'd rather it would be me
every time than Daisy--truly I won't cry. Oh, please whip me!"

And Miss Linnet did whip him, while Daisy, filled with remorse, clung to
him sobbing as if her heart would break. To be sure, somebody who ought
to know, told me it was the lightest "feruling" ever child received; but
Daisy and Tommy both assured their mothers that it was the "dreadfulest,
cruelest, hardest whipping ever was."

"And did my little man cry?" asked mamma.

"No, indeed! I stood up big as I could, looked at Daisy and smiled,
'cause I was so glad it wasn't her."

Then that proud and happy mamma took him in her arms and kissed him; and
right in the midst of the kissing in walked Daisy.

"Would Tommy please come and take supper with her?"

Of course he would, and they walked off hand in hand. When they passed
Dicky's house Tommy suggested. "S'posing they forgive Dick and let him
go 'long too." And Daisy agreeing, they called that young gentleman out
and magnanimously informed him that he was forgiven and might come and
have supper with them.

What in the world they had to forgive, nobody knows; but then, so long
as forgiveness proved such an eminently satisfactory arrangement, all
round--why, nobody need care.

The children waited outside the gate while Dick coaxed his mother to
let him go, and standing there, hand in hand, Daisy plucked up heart
of grace and with very rosy cheeks and an air about her of general
penitence, said something very sweet in a very small voice:

"I'm sorry you were whipped, and oh, Tommy, I wish I hadn't said you'd
holler!"

Mrs. AMY TERESE POWELSON.

Baby thinks it fine,
In the summer-time,
To wade in the brook clear and bright.
But a big green frog
Jumped off of a log,
And gave
Baby Charlotte
quite a fright.

THE THREE FISHERS.

Three fishers went sailing away to the West--
Away to the West as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who loved him best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And there's little to earn and many to keep,
Though the harbor-bar be moaning.

Three wives sat up in the light-house