I go to school. I'm at the head: You ought to hear me spell! I and another girl are in The class. There goes the bell! I'll have to run, and get my books. Oh, dear! I shall be late: Another scolding I shall get For swinging on the gate! H. B. GEORGE'S BOAT. [Illustration] GEORGE had a boat on a little stream that ran not far from the house. The boat was flat; and George pushed it along with a pole. It did not go fast. One day Mabel asked her brother if she might go in the boat with him. George said, "Oh, yes!" So he pushed up to the shore, and helped Mabel in. Then he pushed off. How far did they go in the boat? As far as the bridge, by the great elm-tree. George thought that was far enough. [Illustration] Rover saw George and Mabel in the boat, and he wanted to go too. He ran down to the shore, and barked. But George said there would not be room for him. [Illustration] There was a place where the grapevines hung over the water. George pushed the boat to the place; and he and Mabel picked some grapes. [Illustration] By and by the sun was almost down. George and Mabel thought it was time to go home. Their mother had told them to come home before dark. W. O. C. THE LITTLE CARPENTER. THE picture of the little boy on the opposite page is from a photograph from life: so you may look on it as on a real likeness of some one in England. I do not know his name; but I think he must be some one whose parents have fitted up a little carpenter's shop for him, so that he may learn to do something useful. The picture reminds me of a true story. About sixty years ago, there was a rich man in Germany, of the name of Reinhold, who had seen so much of the changes of life, that he resolved that each of his children, both boys and girls, should learn some useful trade or profession. Rudolf, the eldest boy, learned to be a carpenter. But, when he was twenty-one years of age, he came into the possession of a large fortune. He married, and thought that he had so much money that he could never spend it all. But, before he was fifty years of age, the whole of his large possessions had melted away. Some of his stately houses had been burned down; and the insurance-offices had failed. Some men he had trusted had proved dishonest; and many schemes that he had entered upon had turned out badly. At the age of forty-six, Rudolf Reinhold took up the business of a carpenter, which he had learned between the ages of fourteen and eighteen. He soon became skilful, and turned his attention to building houses in the city of Berlin. So successful was he, that in ten years he was once more a rich man.