upon his hips and took one long, deep breath. Then away he blew the horsemen, horses and all, head over heels, heels over head, back to the very gates of the city.

Then the six comrades went on with their treasure. They divided it equally among themselves, and ever after lived in peace and plenty. They gave much to the poor, and had, even then, more than enough for all their own needs and wishes.

"Jack-of-all-Trades was almost as shrewd as Ulysses, wasn't he, Grandma?" said Belle, after a few minutes' silence.

So it would seem, Belle," was the reply. And May, turning to Ben, said: "Ben, if you had all the money the six comrades had, what would you do with it?"

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Well," replied Ben, "first" But the clock went dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, and Ben got no further, for Grandma said "Good-night." Each of the children said "Good-night," and in the twinkling of an eye they were up-stairs.

TO THE PUPILS: 1. Make believe you are Ben, and go on with Ben's reply.

SEVENTY-FOURTH EVENING

It had been raining hard all day, and when the children came in to Grandma, they did not have their usual happy look.

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'Why, Ben, what is the matter?" asked

"Oh, it has been a gloomy day, Grandma. Nothing went right in school. I was kept in this afternoon, too, for my arithmetic."

And Belle went on: "We couldn't play at all, Grandma, because it rained so hard. And then our teacher made us learn Longfellow's poem about the stormy day. I don't seem to remember the exact title, Grandma. But the poem fitted the day exactly."

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I think I know the poem you mean,” said Grandma," although I cannot repeat it. It is called The Rainy Day,' isn't it?"

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"That's it, Grandma," answered Belle. "Should you like me to repeat it for you?" she asked.

"Please do," said Grandma. And they listened attentively while Belle recited in a clear, pleasant voice:

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Beneath the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

-Henry W. Longfellow.

Courtesy of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.

"Well," said Grandma, "I think your teacher selected a good poem for this day and every other day. Don't you know that we need rain just as much as we do sunshine?"

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Grandma," said Ben, " said Ben, "I never thought of that," and he began to brighten up.

And how was May to-day?" asked Grandma.

"She had plenty of fun in the kindergarten, but we couldn't play out of doors at all, Grandma."

"Here is a poem,"

was Grandma's reply,

"for you all to learn. When a rainy day comes, say it, and you will be happy."