grow:
It made his head quite red.

Bessie once was brushing
Dollie's golden hair,
When off it fell, alas! and left
Poor dollie's head quite bare.

Little Sue was frightened,
But to comfort, Bessie said,
"Susie dear, do listen,
'Tis just like babie's head.

"Let's put the wig on baby Tom,
And then he'll have some curls;
I would not even be surprised
If he looked just like us girls."

When Mamma saw her baby boy
With all this growth of hair,
She laughed until she nearly cried,
At the naughty little pair.

THE RED APPLES.

One windy day in March Kitty Miller was on her way to school, when she
spied in a store window, a great pile of lovely red apples.

"Oh," she said, "how lovely! if Mamma could only have one!"

Kittie's mother was very poor. She had been a dress-maker ever since
Mr. Miller died, and had worked so hard to earn a living for herself and
Kitty that she had become sick. She was obliged to lie in bed all day,
and when Kitty was away at school, the house was very lonesome to the
invalid.

When Kitty reached the school that day her thoughts were full of her
sick mother and the lovely apples.

She was usually a good scholar, but to-day she made so many blunders
that the teacher looked at her in surprise. The little girl could
only sit at her desk, with her book before her, and dream of those red
apples. When school was dismissed, Kitty started slowly homeward. She
had gone only a short distance when she saw a gentleman in front of her
drop his purse. Running quickly forward she picked it up. It felt quite
heavy in Kittie's little hand.

"There must be a good deal of money in it," thought Kitty. "How I wish
I could keep it. Then I could buy Mamma a red apple and so many other
things she needs."

But she knew this would not be right, so she hurried after the
gentleman. Touching him on the arm, she said, "Please, Sir, you dropped
your purse."

"Thank you, dear," said the gentleman taking the purse.

Then noticing how poorly dressed she was, he said, "Why did you not keep
the purse, my child?"

"Because that would be stealing," replied Kitty. "But," she continued
honestly, "before I thought I must give it back to you, I did wish I
could keep it, for then I could buy Mamma a red apple."

The gentleman smiled kindly and said, "You are a good little girl to
return my purse. I would like to give you a lit