Tune are some girls and boys who go through work and picked and picked until the sacks were full. already there, and he laughed when he saw us com-life depending on others. They always expect to be We had to help Bonny with hers, because she was ing. Well, thingummies, I wonder if I'll have mon-waked In the morning. They take it for granted that the smallest. We poured the cotton into our baskets, and it looked lovely there. So we sat down and ey enough to pay for all that cotton!' he shouted, and then began weighing ft on the big scale; for none somebody will remind them to take back their Library book when it is due, to write grandmother's birth: admired it for a while, and then we got to talking of the negro pickers had gotten there so soon. He day letter, and water the plants and feed the canary about how much money we would have if we had twenty-four pounds of cotton and father gave us a five-cent piece for every pound. We couldn't think Kept laughing and saying funny things to us as he would swing the baskets up and balance them on the scales. He never did say how much they weigh which is their special care; and St never seems to occur to them that through not using thought for themselves they make it necessary for some one to think how to find out at first.
We knew that beautiful but the negroes came trooping up before he had fin-for two—Young Evangelist.
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