Magdalene nudged her friend’s elbow to call attention to what her darling little sister was saying, and the two listened. “What are you going to give, Pet?” asked Magdalene at last, as the baby voice ceased its talking. The little girl looked up with surprised eyes; she had not supposed anybody was paying attention to her. “What are you going to give to the Mission Band for the heathens?” “I’m going to give my bestest thing,” said the baby, with sweet gravity; “I shall give my wubber dollie, that I love.” Mabel laughed, but Magdalene looked sober. Nobody understood better than she how the “wubber dollie” was loved, and she knew that Baby Nell meant what she said. “I think I will give my twenty-five cents, after all,” she said, after a moment’s silence, “and let my doll go without a fur cape; there is a lovely fur cape for sale at the doll store for twenty-five cents, and I meant to have it; but I believe I won’t.” “You want to match Nell’s ‘wubber dollie,’” said Mabel, with a good-natured laugh; “but I don’t believe you can.” * * * * * SOME summer day you may be in Saratoga, N. Y. Among other sights you may see Indian encampments. Thither they come to sell their curious manufactures—bows, arrows, bead bags and many other queer things. The squaws (women) will be among them, dressed as Indian women have always dressed, but hardly so well as “Teweelema.” [Illustration: TEWEELEMA.] If you wish to see her you can now find her on her goodly farm near Lakeville, Mass., or traveling among the neighboring villages selling her wares—moccasins, necklaces of shells and beads, etc. She can chop a tree down or spade up the ground, and do almost any man’s work. She and her sister manage the farm. Her name is Wootonekanuske. At Oneida, N. Y., you may always see a few Indian women on the cars or at the station, looking something like Teweelema. But in a few more years there may not be any Indians left east of the Mississippi River. The Gospel is now among them, and maybe you will never again read of so fierce a warrior as Sitting-Bull or King Philip, Teweelema’s great, great, greatest grandfather. L. [Illustration: EVERYTHING IS GAY AND HAPPY.] CARL HAMMOND’S LESSON. FOR a boy who was usually happy, Carl Hammond certainly spent a very uncomfortable winter. It is true it was his first away from home, and some people thought he was young to be sent from home, but that was not the trouble. He was with Aunt Mary, which was almost the same as being with mother; and the schools where Aunt Mary lived were so much better than at Carl’s own home, that his mother had made the sacrifice, and sent him away.