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THE LADIES^ FLOBAL CABINET. 
then I put poor cliioky in a box and buried it under the 
apple tree near my wmdow. A few days after this 1 
ran into the house cryipg bitterly, for a big black hawk 
flew into the yard and can-ied away all the chickens 
from the mother, who was flying ai-oimd and beating 
her wings because she missed her little ones. She made 
me cry, for she tided so hard to find them and could 
not. How I did ivish I could shoot that naughty hawk 
and I cried myself almost sick because I had lost my 
little pet chickens that I had waited so long for. 
What do you think Cherry did one day ? She followed 
me to school, like Mary’s lamb, and I did not know she 
was behind me. We found her at recess, in the hall, 
with her head in my basket eating uii my lunch. Tins 
made us all laugh, and I had to take Cherry home in my 
arms, and I now have to shut her up in tlie coop before 
I leave home. Mamma gives me a penny for every egg 
I find, and I give the money to the little children who 
have no pets like mine, and no dear Mamma to care for 
them. May the little friends who read this story love 
God’s creatures as I do, and be kind and gentle to all, 
and you will make “Sunsliine” too, where ever you 
go. Kitty Clover. 
Pulling Callie’s Tooth. 
‘ ‘ That tooth must come out, ” said Mamma. Because, 
you see, it was loose, and there was a new tooth pushing 
right along behind it. 
“ It’U hu-iud;!” said Callie, with a doeful quaver. 
“Not much, I guess.” answered Mamma, cheerfully. 
“ Open your mouth, dear,” and she managed to tie a 
strong linen tlmead around the tooth before Callie shut 
her mouth again, tight. 
“ I csL-ant have it pulled!” said she. 
“Very well,” said Mamma, vexed a little, “you must 
keep the string around it till you can.” 
Then Callie’s ti-ials began. Papa was going over to the 
viUage, and he said Callie might go with him. But how 
could she, with that awful stilng hanging out of her 
mouth ? 
“ Maybe I can pull it, now,” said Callie. “ Count ten, 
M amin a.” 
“One, two, ttu’ee, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 
t-e-n,” coimted Mamma, with long pauses. 
“ Oh, I can’t!” cried Callie. 
And she didn’t; and Papa went to the village without 
her. 
It was almost Fourth of July, and there was to be a 
picnic in the grove, and Nannie Slater said her mother 
was going to make currant-pies; Callie liked cunant-pira 
above everything else, to eat. “ But you can’t go to the 
picnic with that string,” said Mamma. 
So, one day, Callie went out on the door-step and sat 
down to think it over. ^ 
Joe was splitting wood in the yard. Joe was Papas 
chore-boy. 
“ I’ll tell yoii how to pull it,” said he. 
■ “How?” asked Callie. „ 
‘ ‘ Hitch it to the door-knob and then open the door, 
said Joe. H you’re ’fraid ’twill hurt, you needn’t open 
it but a little.” ' 
‘ ‘ Well, I wiU,” said Callie; and she tied one end of nw 
“tooth-string” to the door-knob. But it wasn’t a miw 
of use, for when she opened the door she walked ng 
in after it. 
Joe’s eyes began to laugh. 
“ I guess I’ll get a drink of water,” said he. He went 
in, and pretty soon he wanted to come out again. 
“ Go e-easy! o-oh!” screamed Callie. 
But Joe didn’t go a bit easy. He banged the door open 
so quick that Callie couldn’t keep up with it. And there 
hung her tooth on the door-knob. 
“ What made you ?” she demanded, and she sat down 
to cry about it. But when she found it didn’t bleed the 
least mite, or hurt any, she began to laugh instead, 
“ Anyway, now I can go to the picnic and liave sOme 
currant-pie,” she said; “and that’s one comfort.— Eon- 
change. _ 
The People who Lived in the Lighthouse. 
This light-house was a queer building, some people 
called it the, “ u'on cheese box,” and it stood on strong 
legs, or piers, up out of the water. It was built differ¬ 
ently from those you see in Boston Harbor, and all visi¬ 
tors climbed from the boat up a ladder, through a trap¬ 
door, and found themselves at once m a pretty garden, 
which was a balcony running aroimd the light-house, 
and flUed with plants growing in pots and boxes, some 
very large; wliile several children were playing among 
the flowers. Inside the “cheese box,” or iight-house, 
were pretty, comfortable rooms, including kitchen, sleep¬ 
ing-rooms, a lai'ge sitting-room or parlor, with books, 
ornaments, and a piano. Just think of it, children, to 
stay all the time in one house, and one small bit of a 
garden; never to run in the woods, gather flowers in 
the meadows, or hunt for eggs in the barn! One little 
girl, three years of age, had always lived 'in the light¬ 
house—was bom there—and had never been on land but 
once in her whole life! Of course she was somewhat 
shy, and afraid of strangers! 
What a queer life it seemed to us! But the keeper’s 
family seemed as happy and comfortable as if they were 
living on the solid land. Here were four children 
taught by their Mamma; for of course they could not go to 
school as you do, but each day she heard them read and 
spell, and taught the older ones writing and arithmetic; 
then they would gather around the piano and sing. 
Afterward they would take their playthings and go out in 
the little balcony garden, in summer, and look out over 
the broad deep waters, and see the big ships come and 
go. This was their little world, with the sun, moon, 
and stars overhead, and the great ocean all around them. 
Sometimes it was still, calm, and peaceful, and again 
the waves would dash high against their home, and 
threaten to ruin it. 
In the winter, when huge pieces of ice jammed against 
the strong iron legs of the light-house, it would rock like a 
cradle, and at such times would keep two men busy nearly 
all the time to watch the stoves, and keep them from 
overturning. 
' How do you suppose these little children felt, who 
lived in this house on legs in the water, when it rocked so 
violently to and fro? 
It seems to us that their home in the winter must 
have been anything but pleasant and comfortable; but 1 
presume they became accustomed to it, and slept at 
night, except on unusual occasions, just as calmly and 
soundly as we on land, while the lighte in the tower were 
shining far out over the waters, a warning to n^y a 
mariner. ^ Mat Maceenzib. 
