What Jane Saw

[Of Special Interest to Children]

Jane tiptoed softly to the window of Dicky's room and looked out across the back yard. The lawn mower rested against the garage door and Scotty, the pup, was sniffing it. He went around it once, his short legs bouncing in the funny manner that always made Dicky laugh; then he stopped, his tail standing straight up and wagging slowly. He cocked his head to one side to look toward the house, and Jane almost laughed aloud to see him. He was asking so plainly where Dicky was and why he didn't come out to mow the lawn.

"You're right, Scotty," thought Jane. "It's a job that ought to be done."

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Sunday School Hour
June 17, 1944
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