"
The mother kissed her darling child,
And stooped a tear to hide:
"My precious one, I love you most
When I am forced to chide.
"I could not let my darling child
In sin and folly go;
And this is why I sometimes chide--
Because I love you so."
--_Sel_.
* * * * *
A RUNAWAY UMBRELLA.
There was a big umbrella with a pretty twisted handle, that belonged
to father, and he carried it down town on rainy days. There was a
little brown-eyed girl, who was four years old her last birthday; that
was Marjorie.
There was a mischievous south wind that would be quiet for a long time
and then come with a quick gust and blow, oh, ever so hard and play
all sorts of pranks on people.
Then, there was a lady who sat on a porch not very far from Marjorie's
house. These four together made a story, and that's what I am going to
tell you about.
It was a beautiful sunny day and Marjorie was going out in the front
yard to play. As she went through the hall there, by the hall tree,
stood the big umbrella.
"Wouldn't it be fun to take the umbrella and play rainy day?" she
thought. So she reached and picked it up.
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