Article August 31, 1946 Issue

Our Father

[Of Special Interest to Children]

JOAN CALLEY

Josie was living with friends in a house with a lovely garden while her mother and father were traveling. There were no little boys or girls to play with, but Josie had many toys, and besides she loved her kind friends dearly. They had taught her to be useful, although she was so small, and she liked to run messages and to fetch and carry for them.

Very early one lovely morning, in the beginning of summer, Josie was wide awake and very happy because that day two little boys were coming to stay in the same house, and she was looking forward to many games with them in the garden. One by one the birds awakened, and first here and then there a soft rustle, a murmured song, broke the stillness of the dawn until there sounded forth a joyous melody of praise and gratitude.

Not long after the boys arrived, Josie went out to play with them: but soon ugly noises came from the garden. One of the friends immediately went out, and when she came to the place where the children were playing, Josie ran to her and said, "Peter is swinging on my swing. He can't do that, because it's my swing. And Jack is using my spade. He shan't do that, it's my spade."

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