. St. Nicholas [serial]. mmie. That evening, warmed, clothed, and fed, aftera long nap, Jimmie was beginning to feel a glowof pride in his adventure, when, with a guiltyconscience, the feeling speedily vanished atsight of his father beckoning to him. James, he said, I wish to see you in the MAROONEDI have something to say 516 library immediatelyto you. A half-hour later, when he emerged, red-facedand meek, he found Eleanor waiting for him,with a mixture of amusement and sympathywritten on her face. Were nt you one bit afraid, really andtruly ? she whispered — not one single bit ? Jimmie looked

. St. Nicholas [serial]. mmie. That evening, warmed, clothed, and fed, aftera long nap, Jimmie was beginning to feel a glowof pride in his adventure, when, with a guiltyconscience, the feeling speedily vanished atsight of his father beckoning to him. James, he said, I wish to see you in the MAROONEDI have something to say 516 library immediatelyto you. A half-hour later, when he emerged, red-facedand meek, he found Eleanor waiting for him,with a mixture of amusement and sympathywritten on her face. Were nt you one bit afraid, really andtruly ? she whispered — not one single bit ? Jimmie looked Stock Photo
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. St. Nicholas [serial]. mmie. That evening, warmed, clothed, and fed, aftera long nap, Jimmie was beginning to feel a glowof pride in his adventure, when, with a guiltyconscience, the feeling speedily vanished atsight of his father beckoning to him. James, he said, I wish to see you in the MAROONEDI have something to say 516 library immediatelyto you. A half-hour later, when he emerged, red-facedand meek, he found Eleanor waiting for him, with a mixture of amusement and sympathywritten on her face. Were nt you one bit afraid, really andtruly ? she whispered — not one single bit ? Jimmie looked steadily and solemnly at her, then his usual merry smile overspread hisround face. Of course not, he said. Pirates neverare. I was nt half as frightened as by that talkwith father in the library just now. And as a reward for his surrender, and asatisfaction to her intense curiosity, she let himsit down and tell her all about it—for reallyshe was very fond of Jimmie, after all. THE DOVE AND THE CROW. By Peter Newell.. One day a dove met a crow in the top of atall sycamore-tree. For whom are you in mourning? asked thesilly dove, regarding the crows black plumage. For my coat, replied the crow; it sdyed ! Which only shows that a flippant answer issometimes well suited to a foolish question.