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Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37. No. 16., April 19, 1914

Author: Various
Edited by George E. Cook

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Language: English

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DEW DROPS

VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY.

DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.

GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.

APRIL 19, 1914.

A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER

BY MARY GILBERT.

Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the
window watching for papa.

"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward
the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them.

"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures
reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!"

"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood
on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover.

"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!"

"Candy!" cried Laurence.

"Oranges!" said Dorothy.

Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that
followed, until they had reached the house.

"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her
ear.

"Why, it isn't--" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise.

"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the
pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of
the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours?
Where did you get them?"

"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their
enthusiasm--"hatched right in the engine room!"

"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty
little creatures.

"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power
house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room."

"It was just th