Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving the ends open for the chickens to go in and out. [Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.] "We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it will keep the chickens warm." And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn. PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS. BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS. Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins. When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her. The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too, would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day. The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early. "I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the good-luck plant to-day." "But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet. "I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come back with the plant. You'd better come with me." "But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do, and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I must do those things first." "Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran. She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross. She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran home. At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she cried. She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters. "What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are done." Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin. "You said you meant to stay home."