back home so late at night, anyway. The cook must give her a good supper and a warm bed."

"A good supper, most certainly," said the lady, smiling, "but her mother will be anxious if she does not go home, John.”

"Mamma's dead, and aunt won't care, I guess;-only for the money," said Kitty, quickly.

So, after the best supper Kitty had ever eaten in her life, she was put to bed in a bright, comfortable little room.

She slept as only a tired child can sleep. The next morning, after a good breakfast, the kind lady said, "Kitty, I want a young nurse-girl about your age— one whom I can trust to take baby out in his carriage. You, I am sure, are faithful and true. Would you not like to come here and live ?"

"O yes, dear lady, indeed I would!" "Go, then, to-day, and ask your aunt if you may come to me."

Kitty's aunt gave consent, and so Kitty went to live at the gentleman's house. She was indeed faithful and true.

She still lives there, working and earning money. She is respected and loved by the family very much.

Her brother goes to see her sometimes; and she often sends money to her poor old aunt, who, though once not very kind to Kitty, was still her only friend.

Charley is very proud of his sister, who, when she was poor and hungry, had taught him what it meant to be honest in deed as well as in word.

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Lucy and Bert, being older than the other members of the "Wide Awake Class," talked, thought, and read a great deal about spices during the week. They asked Miss Ross a great many questions.

When Friday came, which was the day for composition writing, Bert wrote all he had learned about cinnamon. I am quite sure that he will be willing to have you read what he wrote; so here it is :

CINNAMON.

The cinnamon tree is a kind of laurel. It has leaves like those of the pear tree, and blossoms like the white clusters of the elder-berry.

The tree grows to the height of thirty feet, and the inside of its bark is the cinnamon which we buy.

The bark is harvested in May and No

vember; and the trees live and bear for over two hundred years.

Taken from the tree, the inside of the bark is scraped three times; the first scrapings being the best. The thin pieces roll up into long sticks.

Ceylon cinnamon is the best, but the Java cinnamon is the most pungent. The bark scrapers are mostly Chinese men, who are very skillful at this work.

The cinnamon gardens of Ceylon cover 12,000 acres, and are a source of great wealth to the English merchants.

I like the flavor of cinnamon better than any other spice. My mother uses cinnamon in mince pies, and in pickled and preserved fruits.

Lucy,

NUTMEG AND MACE.

also, wrote from memory all

that she had heard or read about nutmeg and mace.

I have read her composition with great interest; there are many facts in it which were quite new to me. Would you like to read it? If so, here it is:

NUTMEG AND MACE.

Do you know where the Moluccas Islands, those beautiful islands of flowers and spices, are? If you do, then you know the home of the nutmeg tree.

Here it grows to the height of thirty feet, bearing fruit from its eighth year till it is eighty years old.

The fruit is gathered three times a year. In these islands, the summer is the whole year. The leaves of the tree are like pear leaves, the blossoms are like the lily of the valley, and the fruit is about the shape and size of a peach.