THE SERVANT OF ALL1

ANNIE AND ELIZA KEARY

"Carl," said his master, "you have been a faithful swineherd these three years; go and sell the half of my herd in the town that lies at the other side of the forest, and the shall be yours.' money

As Carl drove the swine before him into the wood he suddenly saw an old man with a book in his hand. Carl peeped over the old man's shoulder and tried to read it. "Trying to peep into my book, I see," said the old man. "Oh, indeed, I beg your pardon," said Carl.

"No offense, I assure you," said the other; "sit down by me and you shall read as much as you like." "It is only a list of names," said Carl; "but one is written in gilt letters; what is that for?" "That is the name of a king," answered the old man. "What is a king?" asked Carl; "I have never seen one."

"You may see one this evening," answered the old man. "The people of yonder city have long been expecting one; the throne has been ready in the marketplace and the crown rests before it on a crimson cushion. All the people are waiting to bow down, for they have heard that the king will come to-day."

"I will walk on then," said Carl, "for certainly I should like to see him.”

Presently Carl overtook a thin, miserable-looking donkey who was trying in vain to drag a cart-load of wood. "Good master Carl," said the donkey, "will you not help me on with this load. I am so tired, I shall never reach my master's cottage." "Never despair, my good friend," said Carl as he placed himself behind the cart, and began to push it vigorously along. After a long time he said to the donkey, "That will do now, I think; I have helped you a long way."

1 Abridged from The Little Wanderlin and Other Tales. The Macmillan Co.

But the donkey refused to go on alone. "You really are unreasonable," said Carl. "I positively must run after my pigs now." The donkey only brayed; there is no doubt he was very unreasonable. "Never mind," said Carl to himself, "he can't help being a donkey and I dare say he is very tired." So Carl pushed the cart for the donkey until they came to his master's cabin. "Thank you, good master Carl," said the donkey. "Good-bye," said Carl, as he ran after his pigs. They had found a feast of acorns, so Carl sat down and pulled his bread and cheese out of his pocket.

"Master Carl," said a little voice at his elbow, and Carl saw a rabbit sitting before him. "I do hope you're not going to ask for some bread and cheese," said Carl, "I'm very hungry and there's not nearly enough for us both."

"Then I must go without my dinner," said the little rabbit. "That's ridiculous," said Carl, "see how many dandelions there are all about." "But it's so unwholesome living entirely on green food," said the rabbit, "I'm particularly ordered to eat bread and cheese." "Very well, then," answered Carl, "you shall eat bread and cheese;" and he fed the rabbit out of his hand and kept only a very little piece for himself. "I'm very much obliged to you," said the rabbit when she went away.

As Carl drove his pigs along he next met a beggar, all in rags, looking so miserable it would have made your heart ache. Carl went up to him and said, “I am very sorry for you; can I do anything?" "God bless you," answered the beggar. "Look how sore my feet are from walking so long, without shoes or stockings." "You shall have mine," said Carl, pulling off his shoes and stockings. "And from having no hat on," continued the beggar, "the sun has made my eyes quite weak." "I see," answered Carl, as he put his hat on the beggar's head and ran on himself bareheaded.

"Now I must really keep my eye on those pigs," said Carl, "for here we are at the mouth of the enchanted cave and the Cobbolds will steal them away from me, if I don't look out."

"Carl! O Carl!" said a voice from the ground. "Here I am, almost crushed beneath the stone just under your right foot; will you not lift it up and save me?" "Can't you wait just till I have passed the cavern, and then I'll come back to you?" said Carl, still looking at his pigs. "In the mean time I shall be crushed to death," answered the worm.

"Good-bye, my pigs, then," shouted Carl, as he lifted the stone from the back of the half-dead worm. "I thank you, Carl," said the worm feebly; "now go and look after your pigs." "They are all gone, and once in there, it's not a bit likely they'll ever come out again,” said Carl; "but I'll go to the town at any rate and see whether the king is come."

"What do you want here, Carl?" asked the porter at the gate of the city. "I came to sell my pigs," answered Carl. "Where are they?" said the porter. "I've lost them all," answered Carl.

"Then come with me to the market-place," said the porter; and he led Carl to the market-place, where the throne was standing empty. In front of the throne stood the old man who had spoken to Carl in the morning, and beside him Carl saw the donkey, the rabbit, the beggar, the worm, and a whole army of soldiers who had been

Carl's pigs.

"Carl,' said the old man, "where have you been to-day?" "Through the wood," answered Carl. "What have you been doing there?" "Indeed, I hardly know," answered Carl.

"Carl helped me with my load of wood," said the donkey.

"Carl fed me with his own dinner," said the rabbit.

"Carl gave me his cap and shoes," said the beggar. "Carl saved me from being crushed to death," said the worm.

"Citizens," said the old man, "what do you think of Carl?"

Then all the people shouted, "Carl is the King! Carl is the King!"

GRADE III

THE NEIGHBORHOOD

BY ELLA LYMAN CABOT

INTRODUCTION

For many months an empty house stood opposite to mine. At last the "For Sale" sign was taken down; carpenters and painters flickered by the windows, but still, as night came on, the house was dark. Then my neighbors moved in. One morning as I looked across I saw a small person dressed in brown, waving in greeting with both chubby hands. "Here," thought I, as I eagerly waved back, "here is true neighborliness, and it is strongest in the youngest among us."

All of us have our special groups of friends and our fellow workers who share a common interest. Neighborliness means the sharing of interests often different from our own. Neighborhoods give us minute but characteristic worlds to enter day by day, till we are enlarged in sympathy and comprehension. The teacher who helps a child to know and serve the neighbors will introduce him to ideals of sympathy and helpfulness that he can later use in larger spheres.

Our aim in this year is to help each child to see as his own and to love and serve the life of which he is a part. Little children take everything for granted. A child of nine or ten can begin to see that the town is made up, not of his home alone, but of other homes; and that school is