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And the next morning when I opened
my eyes there was the stately Queen
Lowizy sitting bolt upright in her chair
by my cot, with two fine bronze kid boots
upon her royal feet and a little note in
printed letters held close in her hand:
Dear Susy: My boots didn't match
your odd one. SO / give you a pair that
I hope will do as well. Lovingly.
DEB"
What a dear. And that very day as
remember. gave one of my baby dolls to
poor little Molly Megwire. who had MOTH
ing but a corncob. dressed in a faded cali
leo gown. for doll.
Deb was my model of everything that
was sweet and good in child's eyes.
and l loved her as devotedly and un-
questioningly. better. perhaps. than IL
could have held her hand, warm with
flesh and blood. in my own. And when,
a tall girl. and too old to play with dolls,
/ was sent away to school for the first
time. my parting with Deb was as real
of the family.
Goodbye, Deb-good-bye" called out
sorrowfully. standing beside the now
stripped and desolate playhouse that
would see me no more for many long,
long months.
Goodbye" came back so mournfully
that my eyes filled with tears. and it
took all the courage and self-control that
in all these years / had been learning
from my unseen mentor to keep a fairly
cheerful face as / went out into that un-
tried world. where there would be no
tender Aunt EN- to kiss away the pain
from bruised finger or heart and no Deb
to praise. or warn, or counsel.
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Ing comment:
II really think, on the whole. you've
| been more patient and courageous ever
than Deb, for your hair Is thicker and
| finer than hers. and 1t takes longer. OF
course. to get it into shape. And now.
as she fastened my, pinafore. YOU may
take your dolls out for an airing this
fine morning.
But hung back and muttered. pettish-
ly:
IT hate to play alone. Can't Jane 60
with me: She Away does when don't
feel like playing alone"
But Aunt En- shook her head. regret
fully Jane must help with the IRON
ing this morning she said. But" sud
denly frightening. why don't you play
with Deb?"
Why. indeed. And where was this In
visible playmate to be found?
"I'N tell you" with that little air OF
confidence that no childish heart can re-
sist. you will find her in your play
house at the foot of the cliff II you
call to her there she'll answer you right
off-that is. If you call loud enough
The fact Is that since she had scarlet
fever the poor child has been dreadfuily
deaf and you have to fairly hailoo 10
make her hear. But when she does she
always answers"
So with Queen LOWRY and Clementine'
my two favorite dolls. ! hurried TO the
playhouse under the cliff, eager to open a
conversation with the mysterious Deo
At first l met with no success, Dut as
raised my voice higher a timld nal-loo
came back in answer to my greeting, ano
gave me confidence to continue the ac-
quaintance so happily begun:
Say" l cried at the top or my voice.
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HOW INSECTS SEE.
IT has always been a commonly accepted
belief among boys and girls, and grown
\ folks too for that yoatfer that insects

IT has always been commonly accepted
belief among boys and girls, and grown
folks too, for that matter. that insects
have very sharp eyesight. But a distin-
guished French scientist tells US that very
few insects have good sight: in most 1t is
so poor that they see objects as though
through a colored plate. A bee sees a tiny
insect that passes before 1t as a confused
patch on the bright sky. The eyes of in
sects are mostly important in ena bling
them to direct their flight. a layer OF
varnish over their eyes. though transpar-
ent, makes them wholly unable to find
their way. The eyes enable the ants to
distinguish the ultra violet rays. of which
they have a great horror.
1t Is by their antennae. or feelers, that
the insect distinguishes objects. At a
distance the odor is communicated
through the antennae, and near at hand
odor and touch enable them to distin-
guish objects Through the antennae in
sects recognize their food: never by eye
sight.
1t Is by the antennae that the ant rec
ognizes its enemies. The French scientist
cut off the antennae of a number OF ants
of different species, well known as deadly
enemies. and put them into a box to-
sether. They associated with each other
in a most friendly manner, proving that
their sight had nothing to do with their
ability to distinguish friends from foes
while the antennae were everything.
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lis lovely place for you to play. ~
come for you in an hour. You'll ma II
very interesting" and he opened the door
and Roy went in.
Truly. 1t was delightful place Inc
whole inside Of the mountain vas llshteo
up. and from the ceiling hung huge crys-
tai icicles Of all colors There were long
Railways. leading upward and down,
ward and far above was ROOF stuooeo
with gold stars
"Hurrah" cried Roy. But Instantly ne
put his hands over his ears for he hearo
that "Hurrah" echoed like thunder on
all sides OF him. and again from the
halls and alleyways.
Well. OF all began Roy. but ne
stopped In hurry. for the words re-
turned to him with exceeding loudness.
He tried whisper. and that was pet,
ter. and finally by practicing gooo
deal he managed to speak In a low zone
that was echoed in most interesting
way all over the inside of the mountain,
but not with the deafening sound ne nao
heard at first For an hour Roy played
IN the mountain room, and his new tone
was so much better than his former snout
that he was quite delighted. Wnen the
little old gentleman came Tor MIN We
hardly knew him. his voice was SO I'M
proved. And ever afterward Roy spoke
In his new voice and the neishoorhooo
was at peace.
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T was by the way Of Aunt En-, who
j came to keep house for US after
mothers DEATH that I made the
acquaintance of Deb. and our first In
PRODUCTION was in this wise: Aunt I'm
had undressed me, heard me say my
PRAYERS, tucked me snugly in with a
goodnight kiss and was leaving the
room. carrying the lamp with her. when
l called out sharply tfor l had ruled the
household all of my short life):
Don't take the light with you. Aunt
EN-; l always have II to go to sleep by"
Aunt EN- laughed the low, good-natured
laugh that 1t was always pleasant TO
hear.
"A light TO go to sleep by? Why.
never heard of such a thing. Deb never
has had one. and she's year and a day
younger than you are"
Upon that / started up in bed, all "a
culver with delighted excitement.
"Debo Who is Deb? Why. I thought.
Aunt EN-. that you hadn't any little girl"
NO more l haven't" returned Aunt
En- soberly, but there was a merry
twinkle in her eyes that I didn't at all
understand. NO, l haven't any little
girl of my own. only-Deb."
But she-where is she? l haven't seen
her"
"Oh. she's round somewheres, I don't
know just where this minute. But you
go 10 sleep now. like q good child. and
well try. TO find her in the morning
Delighted with this promise. / Struggled
down in bed. and in dreams of long
longed-for playmate, never missed that
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! Il suppose he's counting blades of grass
on the front lawn said the old lady, sar-
castically; he probably isn't quite sure
| whether there are one million or two. Oh.
that boy. that boy: he'll be the death of
me yet
Lunch was half over when the tardy
Johnnie put in an appearance. Mother
| was thoroughly angry for once.
john she said. sternly. what do you
| mean by keeping poor sick Aunt Julia
waiting like this? You know she can't
eat her lunch till the medicine Is here"
1T wasn't my fault, honest ma an
| swered the boy. The old trolley broke
down and we waited a whole hour. I'm
awful sorry"
Very we'll. then said mother. run up
stairs to auntie with the medicine and
J tell her about IT.
| The family then proceeded to eat their
| luncheon. and everything seemed peaceful
| once more when suddenly a piercing
shrek from Aunt Julias room startled
them. Mother dropped her napkin and
rushed upstairs, the children following at
her heels. There they found the invalid
sitting up in bed rocking from side to
side. moaning.
Goodness gracious. Julia. what's the
natter cried mother; you frightened
| US almost to DEATH"
! Natter" screamed the old lady. "I
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DEB-A PLAYMATE

light Aunt EN- had taken away with her.
The next morning, when Aunt En-
withheld the usual cup of coffee. my ruf-
fled feelings We're soothed by the Whis-
pered confidence:
Deb never drinks coffee. She has q
beautiful complexion. and she wouldn't
spoil it by drinking coffee for the world. .
All. well. II Deb could go without cof-
fee for the sake of her complexion so
could I. And slipped my milk in a
fairly contented spirit. and wondered
would appear. To my eager morning
question as to Debs whereabouts Aunt
EN- had already replied with the usual
formula. spoken so carelessly that 1t left
the impression of some mysterious but
very comfortable self-assurance on her
part:
"Oh. she's around somewhere-I don't
know where this minute"
After breakfast came the usual tug OF
war in brushing and curling my always
tangled locks This process had been ac-
companied by a constant succession OF
screams and fearful protests on my part.
but these Aunt En- cut short at the
outset by remarking in her brisk, cheer
full tones:
your curls are snarled almost as bad
as Deb's. And though hers are perfect
mat and it's a half hours job to get
them brushed out and into shape. I
never have known her to make the least
fuss about it
And l. too, set my teeth and sttf1ed the
yells I longed TO give voice to. And
was a proud and happy girl when. at
the end of my trial, with my curls all
smooth and shining Aunt EN- kissed me
with an approving smile and the f1atter-
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Now what's the matter?" asked
mother.
do you know" he exclaimed, breath
lessly, every other time I've counted
those stairs I've made 1t eighteen and to-
night they only came to seventeen. One,
two. three. four" and his voice died
away as he reached the top. II was right
a. first" he called triumphantly over the
banisters. ''it is eighteen
Aunt Julia rocked back and forth. knit
ting vigorously. Mary" she said to her
sister, Il am sorry for you. / think that
child has a diseased brain. He certainly
isn't quite right" Mrs. Lane flushed.
Il think you misjudge the child. Julia"
she responded. hes always tho head Of
his class at school. and Prof. Brown told
me he was better at arithmetic than any
boy he'd ever taught"
Every day the subject OF Johnnie's
queer habit was brought up afresh. for
the children were always running In tell
ing some tale. Johnnie won't be home
for half an hour. they would explain
hes stayed behind to count the spokes
in Dicky Douglas new Wheel or I'VE
had to leave Johnnie because It got so
lat. and he stopped to see how many
clovers had blossomed in that batch be-
hind the house."
It apparently made no difference that
the children all poked fun at him, and
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think I've taken two doses OF that poison,
instead of three pills from each bottle.
l m going to die, that's what's the matter!
Oh. dear. OH dear. what shall / do?" and
she rocked to and fro and was the picture
OF misery.
BE calm, Julia. be calm" impIored
Mrs. Lane. We'll have the doctor In no
time
Calm" said Aunt Julia, how can be
calm with death staring me in the face?
If knew how many OF those pills have
taken. II I only knew,
Why" exclaimed Johnnie suddenly. as
the meaning OF all the excitement dawned
on him. Il can tell how many you've
taken. for I counted both bottles when
the trolley broke down this morning"
And he seized the dangerous pills and be-
gan to count with feverish haste.
1t was a moment OF agony to poor Aunt
Julia. and the relief was so great when
Johnnie finally said "forty-five. forty-six.
forty-seven. Hooray. auntie. you're all
safe!" that the poor old lady lay down and
sobbed. Three gone from each bottle
continued Johnnie. triumphantly. Now.
will you ever make fun OF my counting
ha bit AGAIN."
Make fun?'' answered Aunt Julia,
weakly. My child. you can count the
grains of sand on the beach, and I will
help you do It."
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HOW NOISY ROY LEARNED
TO SPEAK AS BOYS SHOULD
THERE was once a boy who made as

THERE was once a boy who made as
much noise as two fire engines. five
locomotives and a dozen automobiles all
together You never knew such boy
for making noise When he was shout
ing and yelling his very loudest you
could hear him for miles away. His
parents had to keep him In room inter-
lined with cotton WOOL to make 1t as
soundproof possible. He couldn't seen,
to help being noisy. When he spoke he
shouted SO that you had to go three
blocks off to understand what he said.
and when he whispered you could hear
him across the street. SO he couldn
possibly keep any secrets. When he play
ed train the rafting and banging sound
ed like young battle. and when he play
ed boat the footing and hooting sounded
like Fourth Of July celebration He
couldn't even play jackstraws without
making some noise about 1t.
One day Roy-his name was Roy-was
playing Indian in his partly soundproof
pillows TO their ears. when an old gen.
tleman came along the street. went into
the house and up to the partly sound
proof room. He opened the door where
upon the clamor was something terrific,
until Roy stopped in surprise 10 look at
the old gentleman.
Come on" said the little old gentle
man. abruptly, Its time to start
Where to-" shouted Roy. In surprise.
wait and see,'' said the little old
gentleman
IAN right" answered Roy at the top
of his voice. for he felt interested.
So he followed the little old gentleman
down to the street.
Now, you mustn't talk until we get
there said his friend.
So Roy was silent. and all the neigh
bors breathed deep. with relief,
After a while they came TO very tall
mountain with a door at the foot.
Here" said the little old gentleman,
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TIE WHO NEVER CONTRADICTED HER GIRL C4UM

remembering poor Deb's infirmity. (which
one Of Queen Lowizy's morning gowns
would you have her wear this morning
the pink or the blue?'
blue"
And pink on Clementine?"
"-Clementine.''
This was perfectly delightful: and best
Of all. the dear girl always agreed with
me In every particular. To be sure, she
never offered any advice unsolicited. but
that was owing. no doubt. to her timidity.
and for myself I was never so happy as
when I was allowed to do all the talking.
When I went in to lunch Aunt En-
asked gravely: well. how did you and
Deb get along this morning."
Beautifully" I cried. She's the best
company Aunt EN-, that 1 ever had. She
never disputes and her voice is SO soft
and pleasant that 1t never disturbs my
children when they're taking their morn
ing nap"
Father leaned back in his chair and
laughed till he fairly cried. But Aunt EN-
shook her head at him. and there wasn't
the ghost of a smile on her face as she
said:
Yes. that's one OF the best things
about Deb. she's always quiet and peace
able. 1t would be hard to stir up a quar-
rel with her, for she never disputes"
I might perhaps have come to feel
something Of child's unreasonable jeal-
ousy Of this unseen playmate's matchless
Projections If Aunt EN- had not guarded
against that In her own shrewd way by
giving me double portion when It came
to anything In which we were to have a
joint proprietorship When she gave me
two cookies, as she always did, j. was
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that Aunt Julia's sharp tongue was ever
ready to critcise, for he kept right on
counting, and never minded a bit. And
now we're going to see how this funny
habit turned out to be a useful one after
all.
One morning Aunt Julia felt too sick
to come down to breakfast, and by lunch
time She was SO much worse that mother
insisted upon sending for the doctor,
who. after long elaboration, made out a
prescription.
II am ordering two kinds of medicine"
he explained, land you must be very
careful not to confuse them. One is quite
harmless. but an overdose of the other
might prove fatal Three from each
bottle after meals is the dose. Remember
to be very careful"
Mrs. Lane went into the hall and
called Johnnie.
Here are two prescriptions" she said.
"and Will you go to the drug store and
have them put up for Aunt Julia?''
Johnnie promised obediently. and the
| front door banged as proof of his depar-
ture.
| The morning wore on and 1t grew nearer
and nearer to lunch time and no Johnnie.
Aunt Julia worked herself into fever
| and even mother was forced to admit that
| she couldn't imagine what had become Of
| the child.
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:a NJ, :'i 5:a e.; :5 sss@ e;
fourth time. "All the other children are
dressed and ready for supper. and that
bow hasn't even come in yet.
TT is always the way" said Aunt Julia !;
hes late to everything: it makes no dill
ference what He should be punished oc-
casionally and maybe he'd mend his
ways"
Just that minute the door banged, and
IN came the truant.
Johnnie where have you been!' asked
mother; do you know the timer
Why" explained-Johnnie. rather sheep
!shly, I've been up at Mrs. Jones count
ing the raspberry bushes in her back
yard I wasn't sure whether there were
fifteen or sixteen"
Counting raspberry bushes, and here
it is supper tirne.' exclaimed Aunt
Julia Why, child. you're crazy. What
earthly difference does It make to you
whether Mrs Jones has sixteen rasp-
berry bushes. or a hundred and sixteen.
Il don't know why l DO it." answered
Johnnie. but I always like to count
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raised his little arm in supplicating re-
monstrance. and then as mouse scram-
and fell fat his lips tasting dust and his
eyes blind with a kaleidoscope OF stars
He sobbed silently and breathed little
prayer: and when he dared look up again
the ray of light had disappeared and the
big black image had gone.
There was another flight Of stairs to
be tried-another gauntlet to be run-and
shutting his lips tightly he started on
ward. Grasping each bannister rod he
crept upward into the darkness his ears
spraining for the first sounds Of danger
and his eyes sweeping a wide circle to
catch. If possible. the first sight OF those
forms which he knew were there and
whose hands-or perhaps claws-were fan
ming the back of his neck. Somehow he
really reached the closet and fearfully felt
In and lifted the shawl from the shelf on
which it lay. Poor little Robin.
AS he turned to make the descent a
the wall; an eclipse like shadow. and
then the light grew brighter. Robin Hood
backed to the closet door and crouched
low. determined to sell his life dearly
meant but one thing to him-burglas,
And in comparison to burglars every 9TH
er danger Of earth or peril by land and
sea. every risk and hazard known to a
world OF adventures real and fancied
seemed trivial and inconsiderate.
\
Sure enough. Robin Hood had boasted
that day, long and loud, that he longed
to see a burglar. to meet him face to face
and to personally oppose him. He had
conf1ded to Uncle Robert and to a young
man Of five years. who was allowed to
belong to the outlaw band by reason of
his owning a bow and arrow. that he
would stab any burglar whom he met-to
the heart-several times. so as to be sure
Of the Job. But all that had been in the
daytime-and vows made in the daytime
lose all significance at night.
Robin Hood wondered what his mother
was doing. He wondered what Uncle
Robert was doing, and wondered whether
1t would avail him anything to call for
help-but he had not counted on being alb
solutely unable to speak.
The light was growing and death was in
evitable. but grasping his arrow still, he
crouched on the floor awaiting the mo-
ment when the burglar should rush upon
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frightening light. SO that the descent was
robbed of adventure.
Il
Down stairs he heard his mothers voice
again: not only with his ears did he hear
her. but across his heart fell her words
like gentle. loving comforts. She was. oh
SO wonderful mother; and he was going
to mind her Acknowledgements for
ever and ever-now that he was allowed
to get back again. He would fill the kin
ding wood box every day and black his
shoes and hang his clothes on their proper
hooks in his closet but no one would ever
know the reason why. Not even Uncle
Robert should know of that black three
minW.es-or was it three hours?
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hi = -. ...4~ rate, ne would die fighting.
The light flared into a yellow patch of
color. The burglar was on the back stairs
and in three steps would be upon him. His
ear caught the sound of a stumble and a
smothered exclamation. Then a sturdy
shoe was planted upon the top step and a
huge figure threw a grotesque shadow on
the wall. Poor little Robin! He gulped
hard and raised his eyes expectantly. his
muscles tense and his little arrow ready,
but the crushing blow he expected to feel
did not come. Instead. the surprised voice
of an Irish cook exclaimed:
''Well. be all the saints, and pwhat are
We dom here?''
No matter what reply Robin Hood made.
Confession is poison to the soul Of his
kind. The cook. with a vague under
standing, held the lamp that threw the
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A SHAME.

1t seems a shame" said Docgie Jones
That ! can't stand MP straight
And put my hands behind my back
know Tom thinks he's great.
Perhaps il Is the sailor suit
That swells him so with pride.
i. too. can proudly smile. cen though
My collars not a. wide.
I greatly fear that Tom looks down
On little dogs like me.
He has a supercilious smile
That is not good 10 see.
Indeed, I wonder. Master Tom,
Were You Ia take my place.
II you could rest upon four paws
With half my ease and grace.
You think because you are boy
There's nothing left for me:
II is a shame. and makes this dog
As mad as he can be-"
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Her Father Laughed Heartily.

these. and I'll get her to give you one"
But maybe she won't want to give
away one of her dolls boots. and leave
the other foot bare" I ventured, rather
doubtfully.
Aunt En- stood up very straight and
looked at me with something as near
scorn as her sweet, motherly face could
express:
DO you think that Deb. my Deb. could
be so mean and selfish as to refuse her
little playmate the gift of a dolls boot ?
I should be ashamed Of her If she wasn't
willing to share her good things with an
other"
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ABOUT HEAT LIGHTNING.

A LII sorts of popular fallacies spring
up, and grow. and spread until they
become matters Of common belief. Here
is that one about so-called 'heat light
Ming" for example. the broad CLEANS that
often appear just above the western hori-
zon on a warm evening. We see fash
after flash. but there is no accompanying
thunder, and the absence Of the latter has
given rise to the notion that it is ':heat