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aring the words, "For Dolly, from
Father." Pushing back the sliding cover, Dorothea saw that the box
contained a row of pencils, all beautifully sharpened, a dozen pens, and
a slim gunmetal penholder.

"Oh!" she squealed with delight. "So that's why you wouldn't lend me any
pencils!" and gave her father a hug.

"Hurry up, now," said Jim. "Don't forget we've got to see ourselves off
after we've seen you."

"Why don't you take your bag?" asked Anita.

"It's too small for my new Geography," answered Dorothea, placing this
huge outward and visible sign of her progress in learning so that it
would form a foundation for the rest of her books. "Besides, it's too
shabby".

"You had better take it to-day, anyhow, as you have so much to carry,"
suggested her mother. "I brought it downstairs and it's on the
hat-rack."

"I just hate it!" pouted Dorothea, turning; and then stopped in
surprise, for instead of her little old satchel, a large new one made of
soft dark brown leather was hanging on the rack. It was ornamented on
one side with her monogram in raised tan-colored letters, and it was
large enough for the largest Geography that she was ever likely to have.

"Who gave me that?" she cried. "Oh, I know--Mother! It's just exactly
what I wanted. I think going to school this way is perfectly lovely!"
she added as she slipped her other possessions into the bag.

"Twenty minutes to nine!" called Jim warningly.

"All right, I'm going now," answered Dorothea gaily as she kissed them
all around.

"And the first day of school isn't so dismal after all, is it?" said her
father.

 [Illustration: "AT THE GATE SHE TURNED TO WAVE HER HAND."]

"Oh, it's splendid, just splendid!" she replied enthusiastically. At the
gate she turned to wave her hand at the assembled family, who waved back
at her vigorously; and then, swinging her bag, she ran off down the
street toward school.

THE LOST MONEY

BY BOLTON HALL

Doris's papa gave her a five-dollar bill, such a lot of money! Doris
went to a big bank and asked if they could give her smaller money for
it. The banker said he thought they could. So he gave her two two-dollar
bills and a big silver dollar. How much did that make? Doris wanted the
dollar changed again; so the banker asked if she would have two
fifty-cent pieces, or one fifty-cent piece and two quarters--or perhaps
four quarters or ten dimes--or twenty five-cent pieces--or a hundred
pennies.

Doris thought a hundred pennies would be a good many to count and to
carry, so she said she would take two quarters, three dimes and four
five-cent pieces.

She laid away four dollars in the bank, those were the two bills, and
put the change in her purse. When she went to the shop, she had such a
lot of money that she thought she never could spend it. So she bought a
paint-box with two little saucers in it for 10 cents; that left her 90
cents; and then a big rubber balloon for 25 cents; that left 65 cents;
and a little one for 10 cents; and then Doris bought a whole pound of
candy for thirty cents. Out of the 25 cents she had left, it cost 10
cents to go in the car.

When Doris got home she opened her paint-box. What do you think? Of
course it was only a cheap paint-box and the paints were so hard that
they would not paint at all. Doris cut out the dolls, but they were no
better than those in any newspaper's colored supplement. Doris's mama
said that the candy was too bad to eat at all, and the rubber balloons
got wrinkled and soft in the night, because the gas went out of them.
Doris cried when she saw them. "Now," she said, "I have nothing left of
my beautiful dollar but 15 cents."

"I'm sorry, Dearie," Doris's mama said, "but it's bad enough to have
wasted one dollar without crying about it, too. When you and I go out,
we'll try to get such good things for the next dollar, that it will make
up for our mistake about this one." The next bright day they went to the
bank and got another dollar.

Now Doris's mama was a very wise person (mamas often are). So they went
to a store where there were some books that had been wet a little by the
firemen when the store caught fire. There they found a large, fine book
of animal stories with pictures in it that had been 50 cents, but the
book-store man sold it for 10 cents, because the back cover and a little
bit of the edge was stained with water and smoke.

That left--how much? Ninety cents. Doris's brother had told her he would
teach her to play marbles, so she bought six glass marbles for 5 cents
and a hoop with a stick for 5 more. That left 80 cents.

Then Doris asked if her mama thought she could buy a pair of roller
skates. Her mama said they could ask how much roller skates cost, but
the shopman said they were a dollar a pair! So Doris said she would save
up the 80 cents that was left of her dollar and wait until she had
enough for the skates.

However, a little boy was looking in at the window of the toy-shop and
he looked so sad, and so longingly at the toys, that Doris spoke to him,
and when he said he wanted one of the red balls, she bought it for 5
cents, and gave it to him. That left 75 cents.

When they got home, they told papa about the skates and he said he could
get them down-town for 75 cents, and he did.

So Doris learned by losing her first dollar, to get a lot of good things
that would be more useful and would last longer, with her second
dollar.

A DUTCH TREAT

BY AMY B. JOHNSON

"I've been crying again, father."

"Have you, sweetheart? I'm sorry."

"Father."

"Yes, darling."

"I don't like Holland at all. I wish we had stayed in New York. And I
would much rather stay in Amsterdam with you to-day than to go and see
those horrid little Dutch children. I'm sure I shall hate them all."

"But how about Marie? You want to see her, don't you?"

"No. I'm very much annoyed with Marie. I don't see why she could not
have been contented in New York. After taking care of me ever since I
was a baby, she must like me better than those nieces and nephews she
never saw till yesterday."

"I am sure Marie loves you very dearly, Katharine, but you are getting
to be such a big girl now that you no longer need a nurse, and Marie was
homesick. She wished to come back to Holland years ago, but I persuaded
her to stay till you were old enough to do without her, and until Aunt
Katharine was ready to come to New York and live with us, promising her
that when that time came you and I would come over with her, just as we
have done, on our way to Paris. We must not be selfish and grudge Marie
to her sisters, who have not seen her for twelve years."

"I am homesick now, too, father. I was so happy in New York with my
dolls--and you--and Marie--and--"

"So you shall be again, darling; in a few months we will go back, taking
dear Aunt Katharine with us from Paris, and you will soon love her
better than you do Marie."

Katharine and her father, Colonel Easton, were floating along a canal
just out of Amsterdam, in a _trekschuit_, or small passenger-boat, on
their way to t

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