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was used to it. Then came a long day of suspense, waiting for Katy to be naughty. When the time came, Little Jane and I sat holding our breath, waiting for Katy's release. She came to us sighing and sobbing: "It hurt all the same, Little Jane."

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The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,

And the whitecaps flecked the sea;
"An' I would to God," the skipper groaned,
"I had not my boy with me!"

Snug in the stern sheets, little John
Laughed as the scud swept by;

But the skipper's sunburnt cheek grew wan
As he watched the wicked sky.

"Would he were at his mother's side!"
And the skipper's eyes were dim.
"Good Lord in heaven, if ill betide,
What would become of him!

"For me, my muscles are as steel,
For me, let hap what may;

I might make shift upon the keel
Until the break o' day.

"But he, he is so weak and small,
So young, scarce learned to stand,
O pitying Father of us all,
I trust him in thy hand!

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For thou, who markest from on high
A sparrow's fall, each one!

Surely, O Lord, thou'lt have an eye

On Alec Yeaton's son!"

Then, helm hard port, right straight he sailed,

Towards the headland light:

The wind it moaned, the wind it wailed,
And black, black fell the night.

Then burst a storm to make one quail

Though housed from winds and waves, --
They who could tell about that gale
Must rise from watery graves!

Sudden it came, as sudden went;
Ere half the night was sped,

The winds were hushed, the waves were spent,
And the stars shone overhead.

Now, as the morning mist grew thin,

The folk on Gloucester shore

Saw a little figure floating in,
Secure, on a broken oar!

Up rose the cry, "A wreck! a wreck!
Pull, mates, and waste no breath!"
They knew it, though 'twas but a speck
Upon the edge of death!

Long did they marvel in the town
At God, his strange decree,
That let the stalwart skipper drown

And the little child go free!

- THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

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About thirty years ago, I stepped into a bookstore in Cincinnati, in search of some books that I wanted. While there, a ragged little boy, not over twelve years of age, came in to ask whether they had " "geographies"

to sell.

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Plenty of them," was the salesman's reply. "How much do they cost?"

"One dollar, my lad."

"I did not know that they were so dear."

He turned to go out, and even opened the door,

but closed it again and came back. "I have only sixty-two cents," said he; "will you let me have the book, and wait awhile for the rest of the money?"

How eagerly the lad looked for an answer; and how he seemed to shrink within his ragged clothes when the man refused his request! The disappointed little fellow looked up at me with a poor attempt at a smile, and left the store. I followed and overtook him.

"And what now?" I asked.

"I shall try another place, sir."

"Shall I go, too, and see how you succeed?" you like," said he, in surprise.

"Oh, yes, if

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Four different stores I entered with him, and four

times I saw the childish face cloud at a harsh refusal. "Will you try again?" I asked.

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