ou every day, and I
will teach you to read. My papa says you will soon be able to walk
again, then you shall go with me to the Plum Blossom school for girls."

O Sanna San's eyes were shining. "Oh, I shall not be homesick any more."

--_Written for Dew Drops by Adele E. Thompson._

SAM'S LITTLE DOG.

"Mother," cried Sam, raising his tousled head up from his no less
tousled pillow, "I had the funniest dream you ever heard."

"Well," said mother, drawing the comb through her long brown hair, "I'll
give you just five minutes to tell it in; then you must jump up quickly
and run over to the bathroom."

"It seems to me I was dreaming it all night," said Sam, "but I believe I
can tell it in less than five minutes: I thought I was going along, and
a little black dog was following me. As long as I kept walking on
straight ahead he trotted on behind me like a lamb, but every time I got
out of the path, and tried to cross the fields, he barked and snapped at
me till I came back to the path.

"I got tired staying in the path, so I dashed out on one side presently,
but the doggie barked so furiously that I got scared and climbed a
little tree. Just as I got to the top, the tree broke off at the roots
and 'down came Sammy, tree top and all.' The fall woke me, and I found I
had rolled out of bed. Wasn't that a funny dream?"

"Sam," said his mother, who had been much interested in his dream,
"don't you wish you had a little dog to go around with you and bark when
you went out of the right way?"

"I don't know, mother," answered Sam, doubtfully; "maybe I don't."

"I hoped you would say you did," said mother, looking disappointed, "and
I was going to tell you that conscience was that very little dog, and if
you tried to get away from conscience's barks, either up a tree or
elsewhere, you would certainly fall and come to grief. Time's up, little
boy; hie off to the bathroom."

--_Selected._

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How Eskimo Dogs Sleep on a Journey

You have heard a great deal, very likely, about Eskimo dogs that haul
the sledges over the snow in Alaska. Have you ever heard what becomes of
them at night, when the traveler must stop in a snowstorm? Would you
like to hear?

When the traveler with his guides must stop, the sledge is turned up,
and the men get into their fur sleeping-bags, and lie down under such
protection as it offers,