Sweethearts at Home

Same Age.

hoose our own pre

as they come in. Or one of the servants tells you, or you hear the Grown-ups whispering when they think you are not attendi

ch you how to keep your things tidy," and what "yo

who like things to put on. But I haven't got to that yet. Nor yet money that you are told you mustn't spend. There ought to be a

pictures for four Jack-in-the-boxes, eight dolls (three dressed), a windmil

e them, mi

t the books o

n don't read such thing now-a-days-something in the picture-book way, Mis

like currants in a ginger-bread bunny. That's what I like. No children's books for me. And I'd have them all chosen as soon as the Pre

it? What do you think? Ab

et of fire-irons for the drawing-room grate! And when her birthday came

as fine-and so

y the poor people who were born in early January. Also presents are good at our house, and there are enough of us to change round among oursel

Care." My father says if he let Dull Care alone and drowned himself it would be better for every one all roun

ges and go to the post with big letters when father said so. It was pretty nice for Sarah too, because every second Saturday she got half-a-soverei

Sarah went up to the library to get her Saturday's money. Father was mooning about among his books, and shoved so

't have found out in twenty centuries, and Little Sarah knew it. She did not notice till she was near

a sovereign.

ed Pete Bolton came behind Little Sa

e Sarah was upon him with a bound like a tiger, and bit his hand (yes, it was nasty, being very dirty). Only she bit Pete's hand from a sense of du

-harder, I think, after fighting for it than before? You see, she thought of all the nice things she could get for her mothe

thout noticing. But she said over and over: "Honesty is the best! Honesty is the best!" You see, she

d it back into his pocket right among pennies and pocket-knives and so on. But he quite forgot to give Sarah her own real half-so

rah stood the

was waiting for-not unkindly, you know. But, as

Little Sarah Brown,

ou your wages

es, si

d out of his pocket the very identical piece of gold that had been Little

id; "now go aw

lease,

HA

ared. But after a while he got at the truth-how h

y-very like

brought it back-al

ikely!" h

it back into his poc

he said-to hi

ton with his stick the first time he got him. And Sarah began to cry all over ag

next time I catch him. I'll teach him to let little girls alone. I've dealt w

he said to her mother made the poor woman so happy that she nearly forgot to be ill. And on Monday I noticed that Little Sarah had ne

tend school, descended on wicked Pete Bolton, and then the schoolmaster fell on him, so that Pete became a r

he might meet a big man, pulling at a big mustache, and carrying a very big stick. Because the serm

ded free of charge,