VOL. 37. No. 10. WEEKLY.
DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.
GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.
MARCH 8, 1914.
On the Primary Room wall was a beautiful picture of a shining river.Francie loved to count the fish that were swimming in it. Justfourteen there were, and every one stood for a new scholar someone hadbrought into the Primary Class.
How Francie wished he could bring one and have Miss Florence pin afish in the river and a red tag on his blouse to show that he hadcaught it.
“How you s'pose I can get a fish, mother?” he asked earnestly. “Ishould think a Fisher-boy ought to be able to catch just one.”
Mother shook her head. “I don't know, I'm sure. There isn't a child onthis street who doesn't go to Sunday-school.”
“P'r'aps one will move on,” said Francie hopefully.
But when a new family did move to that street there were no childrenin it.
One day Francie came flying into the house. “Oh. mother, the ash-man'shere and I b'lieve he's got a fish with him!”
“What?” exclaimed mother, but when she looked out she understood.Sitting in the ash-man's cart was a pretty little boy, with black eyesand tight curly hair.
“Is he yours. Mr. Lugi?” mother asked, and the ash-man smiled andnodded:
“Yes. mine—my Rafael.”
“Does he go to Sunday-school?” put in Francie eagerly.
“No, no school—too little, him.”
“Oh, but it's just Sundays and we sing and there's pictures. Couldn'the please go with me. Mr. Lugi?” begged Francie, “I'll take awful goodcare of him.”
Mother explained a little more, and at last Mr. Lugi said Rafael mightgo, only—“No dress up, no clothes,” he said sadly.
But that did not trouble Francie. “Why, he can have my brown suit,can't he, mother? I'd just as soon.”
The next day mother took Francie down to see Mrs. Lugi. Little Rafaelwas shy at first, but he soon got over it and was friendly as couldbe. The little black-eyed Italian mother was very glad to see them.
“I like Rafael go the Christ-church,” she said. “I use go myself,home—Italy.”
The brown suit, too small for Francie, was just right for Rafael, andit would have been hard to find two happier little boys than Francieand his fish when they walked into the Primary class together.
Rafael clapped his hands with the rest when Miss Florence pinned thefish in the river and the red tag on Francie's blouse.
And what do you think? Out in the big room there were two more newfish, one in Mother Fisher's class and one in Father Fisher's. Theywere Mr. Lugi and the little Italian mother, come to Sunday-schoolwith their little boy.
“Really and truly,” Francie said, “seem's if I caught three fish'stead of one.”
“Really and truly,” said Mother Fisher, “I think you did.”
“ALL BY HERSELF.”
The older children were gone out for the day: mamma was busy in thesewing room with Miss Fay: Molly was doing the Saturday baking. “Whatcould Alice do all by herself?”
This was the very question that popped into the wee girl's own hea