HANDSOME SHE WHO HANDSOME DOETH. 
There was once a pretty maiden 
In a bran new bonnet, 
"With a ribbon and a feather 
And a flower upon it. 
Said this foolish little maiden, 
“Don’t you tliink I’m pooty?” 
She forgot that acts of kindness 
Make the rarest beauty. 
From the hedge-row sang a linnet 
With a plain gray dress on, 
“Handsome she who handsome doeth— 
Maiden, heed tliis lesson.” 
But the little maiden proudly 
Tossed her ringlets golden. 
Never heeding, never' caring 
For the moral olden. 
Soon there came a playful wind-gust. 
Caught the pretty bonnet. 
Bore it high up in a tree-top. 
Left it hanging on it; 
Then her way a woeful maiden 
Homeward sadly wended; 
Ribbon, flower and feather vanished— 
Thus the stoi'y ended. 
Mary Ogden. 
“LITTLE SUNSHINE.” 
When I was a little baby girl my dear- Mamma tells 
me I Med to laugh and play with tire simbeams that 
came into my nursery window, and ti-ied to catch them 
in my little Angers, and because I was so happy and 
bright she named me “ Little Sunshine,” and that has 
been my name ever since. I am one of the happiest lit¬ 
tle girls that lives, for I live in a lovely home, and my 
dear Mamma is very kind and good, and allows me to 
have aU the pets I want. I am going to tell you all about 
my pretty chickens, which are so tame and cunning. 
Cherry and Jet are my favorites, because I have had 
them longer than the other's, and they are'so fond of me. 
Every morning before my eyes are open, Cheny and 
Jet fly on my window-sill and tap their beaks against 
the glass, and keep tapping until they have a good mom- 
■ ing word from me. They ai-e very hungry and want 
their breakfast, is the reason they come to my -window 
and call me to get up. The minute I open the kitchen 
door they are every one delighted to see me, and I am 
surrounded, while Cherry and Jet -will fly on my shoul¬ 
der and peck at my lips, as if they meant that fora 
morning kiss. When I take a walk in the garden they 
always go -with me, and when I am sitting under the 
trees -with my school books, studying my lessons, they 
come and hop into my lap, and try to make me play 
with them. I toke sometliing nice to eat in my pocket 
and it looks very funny to see them put their heads in 
and try to get it out. One morning they watched me 
plratsome seeds in my flower-garden, and while I was 
at school they scratched them ail up and ale thAm i 
felt very angiy, so I punished them by shutting them 
up in the barn, where I made them stay until my flowers 
were in bloom. I missed them very much; but when 
I told them they could come out again they flew all over 
me, they were so happy. Mamma told me at the break¬ 
fast-table one morning, that if I was a patient little girl, 
I would have some little bits of chickens to play with 
some day. I clapped my hands -with delight, and almost 
cried because Mamma -would not let me push the hen 
off of her nest to see if I could find the little ones. At 
last they were there, sLv of the tiniest little chickens 
you ever saw, and the mother was just as proud as could 
be, and did not look cross at all when I picked them up 
and put them in roy apron, for she knew Little Sun¬ 
shine would not ham them. They felt as soft as velvet, 
and looked so like puff-balls, that I wanted to hold them 
all the time. They looked so cunning as they ran after 
their mother, and she was so gentle with them, tucking 
them all under her vdngs so that nothing should hurt 
them, and keeping them warm in that way every night. 
I begged Mamma to let me show them to my little sister 
who was so small that we called her “Wee-Wee.” 
When she saw them, she took one of the little chickens 
m her tmy h^d, and said so sweetly, “Me love ’ittle 
chicky,” ^d she loved it so hard that she squeezed it to 
death. When she saw me ciying for what she had done, 
she cned too, and said, “Me no want ’ittle chickyto 
die! I wiped her teai-s away and can-ied her back to 
the house, where I poured out my complaint to dear 
Mamma. She comforted me as weU as she could, and 
