d the rosy dawn.

A new sense of responsibility filled their hearts. They were no longer
mere children, their every want supplied by others; but they were
youth, and must begin to provide for themselves, and depend upon their
own energies. We frequently hear the young robins among the trees, but
we seldom see them. We really miss them, and think of them as
pleasant visitors who have been spending a few days with us.

We hope that Honeysuckleville will not be forsaken; but that every
year the birds will return, and rear their young beneath its fragrant
shade, making hearts of the little Dudleys glad, and teaching them to
love.

"All things, both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
Hath made and loveth all."

[Illustration]

"MAY I POP SOME CORN?"

"May I pop some corn?" asked Eddie.

"Yes," answered his mother; and laying down her work, she went to the
closet and got for him several small ears--some red and some
white--the kernels of which where not half so large as those of common
corn.

Eddie took a white bowl and sat down on the carpet by his mother with
the tiny ears in his apron. He worked away for some time, shelling
first one ear and then another, till every little kernel was in the
bowl, and nothing but cobs left. These he thought would help to build
a "log-house," so he put them in his play-box, with those he had
treasured before, and took his bowl to the kitchen.

Kate, the cook, was a coloured woman, and she loved children. When he
said to her, "Mother told me I might pop some corn," she cheerfully
placed the iron pan on the stove, and when it was hot enough, told him
he might put in the corn. Pretty soon it went Pop! pop! pop! till the
pan was filled with snow-white kernels. Eddie always wondered how they
could turn inside out and suddenly grow so large. He did not
understand that it was because of the expansion or swelling of the air
within the hard case, which then burst open to find more room.

[Illustration: Eddie popping corn.]

Eddie was very busy for some time in the kitchen attending to his
corn. When it was all done, he separated that which was popped from
that which was only parched, and put it in different dishes. He gave
his dog Philo some of the brown kernels, and he seemed to like them as
well as Eddie himself. Eddie enjoyed hearing him crack them with his
sharp teeth, and would stroke his great head, and say kindly, "Poor
Philo! you are a good Ph