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Day in the Woods T.S.A. 72 The Spider and the Honey Bee F.C.W. 81
Emma Lee and her Sixpence T.S.A. 88 Uncle Roderick's Stories F.C.W.
93 Honesty the Best Policy F.C.W. 94 How a Rogue Feels when he is
Caught F.C.W. 97 The Weekly Newspaper F.C.W. 100 The Cider Plot
F.C.W. 103 My First Hunting Excursion F.C.W. 107 Saturday in
Winter T.S.A. 111 Rover and his Little Master T.S.A. 113 Something
Wrong T.S.A. 117 The Favorite Child F.C.W. 121 The Mine T.S.A.
129 The Miner T.S.A. 132 Visit to Fairy Land F.C.W. 135 The Hermit
T.S.A. 143 A Picture T.S.A. 147 The Boy and the Robin F.C.W. 150
Something about Conscience F.C.W. 152 Old Ned T.S.A. 166 The
Freed Butterfly T.S.A. 175 Julia and Her Birds F.C.W. 177 The Song
of the Snow Bird T.S.A. 185 How to Avoid a Quarrel T.S.A. 189
Passing for More than One is Worth F.C.W. 197 The Lament of the
Invalid F.C.W. 205 The Use of Flowers T.S.A. 207 Sliding Down Hill
F.C.W. 211 A Garden Overrun with Weeds T.S.A. 217 Disappointment
Sometimes a Blessing F.C.W. 221 The Old Man at the Cottage Door
T.S.A. 232 Story of a Stolen Pen F.C.W. 234

WREATHS. WHAT SHALL WE BUILD?
Four children were playing on the sea-shore. They had gathered bright
pebbles and beautiful shells, and written their names in the pure, white
sand; but at last, tired of their sport, they were about going home, when
one of them, as they came to a pile of stones, cried out:
"Oh! let us build a fort; and we will call that ship away out there, an
enemy's vessel, and make believe we are firing great cannon balls into
her!"
"Yes, yes! let us build a fort," responded Edward, the other lad.
And the two boys--for two were boys and two girls--ran off to the pile
of stones, and began removing them to a place near the water.
"Come, Anna and Jane," said they, "come and help us."
"Oh, no. Don't let us build a fort," said Jane.
[Illustration: WHAT SHALL WE BUILD?]
"Yes; we will build a fort," returned the boys. "What else can we build?
You wouldn't put a house down here upon the water's edge?"
"No; but I'll tell you what we can build, and it will be a great deal better
than a fort."
"Well; what can we build?"
"A light-house," said the girls; "and that will be just as much in place
on the edge of the sea as a fort. We can call the ship yonder a vessel
lost in the darkness, and we will hang out a light and direct her in the
true way. Won't that be much better than to call her an enemy, and
build a fort to destroy her? See how beautifully she sits upon and glides
over the smooth water! Her sails are like the open wings of a bird, and
they bear her gracefully along. Would it not be cruel to shoot great
balls into her sides, tear her sails to pieces, and kill the men who are on
board of her? Oh! I am sure it would make us all happier to save her

when in darkness and danger. No, no; let us not build a fort, but a
light-house; for it is better to save than to destroy."
The girls spoke with tenderness and enthusiasm, and their words
reached the better feelings of their companions.
"Oh, yes," said they; "we will build a light-house, and not a fort." And
they did so.
Yes, it is much better to save than to destroy. Think of that, children,
and let it go with you through life. Be more earnest to save your friends
than to destroy your enemies. And yet, when a real enemy comes, and
seeks to do evil, be brave to resist him.

THE TWO COUSINS; OR, HOW TO ACT WHEN "THINGS GO
WRONG."
"There, mother, I knew it would be so. Lucy Wallace has just sent over
to tell me she can't walk out in the woods with me. There's no use in
my trying to please any body--there's no use in it. I'm an odd sort of a
creature, it seems. Nobody loves me. It always was so. Oh, dear! I wish
I knew what I had done to make the girls hate me so!"
This not very good-natured speech was made by a little girl, whom I
shall call Angeline Standish. She was some ten or twelve years old, as
near as I can recollect. Perhaps my readers would like to know
something about the occasion which called for this speech; but it is a
long story, and hardly worth telling. The truth is, when little boys and
girls get very angry, or peevish, or fretful, they sometimes