pt his word. And he said
"Honor bright" so many times a day that finally Honor Bright became his
name.

"Quack, quack!" cried Mr. and Mrs. Goose the day Honor Bright's father
brought them home. "What a fine place!"

"Isn't it!" said Mother Hen.

"And just wait till you know Honor Bright!"

"Just wait!" echoed the Rabbit Gray family, and Mr. T. Cat.

Honor Bright was as good as his word, and the geese grew fatter, and
fatter, and fatter.

"Good morning, Mr. T. Cat," cried Mr. and Mrs. Goose early one morning.
"Had your breakfast?"

"Of course," answered Mr. T. Cat; "Honor Bright always feeds me the very
first thing."

"You must be mistaken!" cried Mr. and Mrs, Goose. "Honor Bright always
feeds us first."

"But Honor Bright gives my children their breakfast _very_ early!"
cackled Mother Hen.

"Well," squeaked Father Rabbit Gray, "we've all _had_ breakfast; and
that's the main thing. Now, let's make Honor Bright president, because
he's so good. That's the way people do, you know."

Just then Honor Bright came out. "Hail, President Honor Bright!" they
all cried.

Honor Bright thought they said, "I love you." And really, it meant the
same thing.

[Illustration: Every day Rose-Red cut fresh flowers and arranged them
for the house]

ROSE-RED AND RUTHIE

It was Rose Mary's mother who named her Rose-Red. Rose-Ready, it was at
first, because Rose Mary was always ready to help. Then it became just
Rose-Red, for short.

Rose-Red had much of the sweetness of her name flower, and few of the
thorns. That is why, when Ruthie slapped her, Rose-Red didn't slap back.
But she came home crying.

Rose-Red's mamma gathered her up in her arms and comforted her.
"Ruthie's probably sorry now, dear," she said. "Perhaps she will tell
you so by and by. Will my little girl be Rose-Ready, if she does?"

"Rose-Ready for what, mamma?" Rose-Red sat up and dried her eyes.

"Rose-Ready-to-Forgive."

Rose-Red nodded. "I think I'll gather the posies now," was all she said.

Every day Rose-Red cut fresh flowers in the garden and arranged them for
the house. It was the one thing in all the world she liked best to do.
The roses she always left till the last--"for dessert," she explained.

[Illustration: Rose-Red's mamma gathered her up in her arms and
comforted her]

"Roses, dear," she said, as she tucked them one by one into their
special bowl, "what would you do if your best friend slapped you?"

Just then a thorn pr