There was a twinkle in the kind, gray eyes.
"Now, Robert," said Mr. Spencer, good-humoredly, "you have heard me
preach a good many sermons since you came. Let me tell you just one
thing to remember. Don't do anything, to any living creature, which you
wouldn't enjoy if you were in its place."
"Why, that's the Golden Rule," said Robert.
"I know it," said the farmer, as he drove into the clean, pleasant yard,
"but I never heard that the Golden Rule wouldn't work wherever it was
tried."
APRIL SONG.
Now willows have their pussies,
Now ferns in meadow lands
Hold little downy leaflets,
Like clinging baby hands.
Like rosy baby fingers
Show oak-leaves 'gainst the blue;
The little ones of nature
Are ev'rywhere in view.
There's purring in a sunbeam
Where Tabby's babies play.
The hen is softly brooding,
Her chickens came to-day.
Up in the crimson maple
The mother robin sings;
The world is full of caring
For little helpless things.
MARY E. WILKINS.
From "Songs of Happy Life," by permission of publishers.
EARTHWORMS AND SNAKES.
The little earthworm, crawling across the garden path or burrowing its
way into the loose soil, seems very common and insignificant, but it is
a most useful servant to man.
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