ot shrink from partaking of Cassy's
corn-ball. School was a very different affair to-day.

Cassy fairly danced on her way home. She determined to think up a secret
that very night that she might confide it to Bessie. In the mean time
she bought a bit of card-board and some green, red, and brown worsted.
All that afternoon and all that evening she worked. The next day Bessie
found in her arithmetic a remarkable book-mark, with a red house and a
green and brown tree, while underneath were the touching words,
"Friendship's Offering."

"Please to keep it for ever and ever," begged Cassy, earnestly, "to make
you remember how I thank you."

"Thank me for what?" asked Bessie, in surprise.

Cassy stared at her.

"Don't you know what a beautiful thing it was in you to ask me to play
'jack-stones'? Don't you know you're a--a--an angel?"

"It never says once in the Bible that angels play 'jack-stones,'" cried
Bessie, in great glee; "so don't talk nonsense, Cassy. But I think the
book-mark's lovely."

So the two little girls laughed as if there was a joke somewhere, though
neither knew exactly what it was, only Cassy Deane was too happy to be
sober, and it's my belief Bessie Merriam was just as happy as she. What
do you think?

WHAT THE BABIES SAID.

BY MRS. E. T. CORBETT.

Lillie Benson and Daisy Brooks sat on the floor in the nursery, and
looked at each other, while their delighted mammas looked at them, and
each mother thought her own baby the finest. Lillie was ten months old,
and Daisy was just twelve. Lillie had great blue eyes, soft flaxen hair
curling in little rings all over her head, and pink cheeks. Daisy had
brown eyes, golden-brown hair cut straight across her forehead
(_banged_, people call it), and two lovely dimples. One wore a white
dress all tucks and embroidery, with a blue sash; the other a white
dress all ruffles and puffs, with a pink sash.

Daisy looked at Lillie, and said, "Goo-goo!"

"The dear little thing!" said Daisy's mamma. "She's so delighted to see
Lillie to-day."

Then Lillie looked at Daisy, and said, "Goo-goo-goo!"

"Oh, the darling!" exclaimed Lillie's mamma. "She's _so_ fond of Daisy,
you know, that she is trying to talk."

Presently Daisy turned her back to Lillie, and crept into the corner of
the room. "Now just see that! she wants Lillie to follow her. Isn't it
cunning?" said Lillie's mamma.

"Of course she does, and see Lillie trying to do it. Isn't she sweet?"
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