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Title: American messenger
Year: 1843 (1840s)
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Subjects: American Tract Society Christianity
Publisher: New York (N.Y.) : American Tract Society
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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tle RedHen? Why, yes; I guess so, smiled hermother. Theres a bit of milk in thelittle gilt pitcher, and you can get a bighandful of grain for the Little Hen. Pouring the milk into Puss dishElizabeth carried it out and placed it inthe shade beneath the great tree. Thenshe piled the grain in exactly the sameplace where the two spoiled pies hadsat baking in the sun. Puss-Purr!Puss-Parr! she cried softly. Puss-Purr! A yellow head peeped from the barn,and stooping, Elizabeth held out her have her, remarked her mother, stitch-ing busily. But—its raining now and we maynot be able to play outdoors, saidLela, still serious. Well, cant you have a fine time up-stairs in your play room? asked hermother, rather puzzled. Oh, mother! Lela burst out, dontyou remember how things look afterMarie has been here? Just as if awhirlwind had gone through the place.It takes me days to tidy up again! Mrs. Lynn stopped sewing and lookedthoughtfully at her grave little daughter.Thats true, she admitted. Maries
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THE YOUNG SHIPBUILDER arms. I do love you, Pussy, shewhispered, and with a loud meow-ow,Pussy sprang straight into her arms. The very next moment, with a ques-tioning cluck, cluck! the Little RedHen came around the corner of thebarn. Elizabeths eyes were all a-shine oncemore. I love you, too, Little Hen, shecalled. Cluck, cluck! Ruffling all herfeathers, the Little Red Hen marchedstraight for the pile of grain. Down the path flew Elizabeth.Brother Jim! Brother Jim! Youwere right, right, right! she cried. Their Play Room Rule BY DAISY D. STEPHENSON. Mother, Marie says she is comingover to play tomorrow afternoon, andwith these words Lelas blue eyes soughther mothers face anxiously. Well, Im sure you will be glad to mother is so busy making a living, sew-ing from house to house, that she haslittle time to keep things in order. Per-haps we can help Marie to understand—and help her mother as you help me,dear. Then she told Lela a little planthat occurred to her just then. The next after

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