tle present and then you
can buy a red apple."

He handed her a silver dollar and then bade her good-by.

Kitty was so surprised that she started hastily for home, forgetting all
about the red apples until she stood in front of the store.

The store-keeper happened to look out and saw the same little girl who
stood looking so longingly in at his window in the morning. He quickly
picked out the biggest, roundest, reddest apple he could find and taking
it out to Kitty said, "Would you like this, my dear?"

She took the apple, looking so pleased and thanking him so prettily,
that the good man thought of it for many a day. When Kitty reached home
with her treasures she found her mother fast asleep. So she put the
apple and silver piece on a plate where her mother could see them when
she awoke.

When Mrs. Miller was told the wonderful story, she kissed her little
daughter and said, "You see, dear, it always pays to be honest and
truthful."

BUBBLES.

"Now, Tommie, what will you do while I write letters this morning?"

"Blow soap bubbles, Mamma, please," and Tommie jumped up and down,
clapping his hands for pleasure.

"Well, run and get me your pipe and bowl and I will mix you some suds."

The soap-suds were soon ready, and Tommie took his favorite position on
the broad window-sill with the bowl in his lap.

Mamma, writing in the next room, could hear the Oh's and squeals of
delight, as the bubbles grew larger and rounder.

"Why is Tommie in all the bubbles?" asked the little boy at last.

"Because," said Mamma, "the bubbles are like a mirror, and when my little
boy is near enough to look at them, he will be reflected in them, just
the same as when he looks in Mamma's long mirror."

"But the mirror doesn't break like the bubbles," said Tommie. "Where do
they go when they break, Mamma?"

"They evaporate, dear; that is a big word for my little boy. Spell
it after Mamma and then perhaps you will remember. E-v-a-p-o-r-a-t-e
evaporate."

"What does evaporate mean," asked Tommie bringing out the long word with
a jerk.

"Do you remember, dear," answered Mamma, "that early in the morning when
the grass is all wet with dew, my little boy cannot run in it without
his rubbers? But before long it is all dry and then my little boy takes
off his rubbers and does not get his feet wet. The sun and the air
absorb or suck up the water and carry it off to their homes. Now, the
bubbles are made of a little water and a