If patience, faithfulness and perfect love
Are ranked as noble virtues everywhere,
May we not claim for these three loyal friends
A right in such nobility to share?
PART II
A GROUP OF WORKERS
ROBERT'S DREAM.
One hot afternoon Robert was playing under the maple tree. He was tired
of his wagon and his train of cars, and he looked about for something
else to play with. "Come here, Prince!" he said to his dog. "Let me put
my hat on your head and play that you are a little boy."
Prince was sleepy and tired. He did not feel like playing that he was a
little boy. He shook his head until the hat fell off, and Robert struck
him with a stick. Then the poor dog ran away.
Under the rose-bush was Snowball, the cat, having a good nap.
"Oh, Snowball!" said Robert, "I will give you a ride." And he tried to
put her into the tiny wagon.
Snowball did not care to ride. She scratched Robert and ran off as fast
as she could go.
"What a naughty cat!" said Robert angrily.
"What a naughty boy!" said Robert's mamma, who had been watching him
from the porch. "It was unkind to disturb Prince and Snowball as you
did. I think you must go and stay by yourself a little while."
Robert ran upstairs, shut his door very hard, and threw himself upon his
bed.
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