Papa looked up from his paper to see what amused his little girl so much; and, when she had told him, he said he would have a pair of spectacles ready for her; and mamma said she would make her a cap; and Hettie said her little arm-chair would be very nice for a grandmother's chair. "What will you do as you sit in your chair?" said mamma. "Let me think," replied Hettie. "Why, my grandma is always knitting mittens and socks and hoods for us; and I must learn to knit, so I can knit some for my grandchildren." Mamma said she would teach her, and they would begin that very day. And now, wouldn't you like to see our little Hettie with her roguish eyes peeping over spectacles, and her sunny curls straying from her cap, and her chubby little hands knitting mittens, and all in that little arm-chair? AUNT AMY. [Illustration] MAMMA'S BOY. "BABY, climbing on my knee, Come and talk a while to me. We have trotted up and down. Playing horse, all over town. Whose sweet darling are you, dear? Whisper close to mamma's ear: Tell me quickly, for you can." "I'm mamma's boy, but papa's man!" "Why, you've many miles to go Ere you'll be a man, you know. You are mamma's own delight; You are mamma's diamond bright; Rose and lily, pearl and star, Love and dove,--all these you are." "No!" the little tongue began: "I'm mamma's boy, but papa's man!" GEORGE COOPER. [Illustration] A SCHOOL-BOY'S STORY. JOHN TUBBS was one day doing his sums, when little Sam Jones pushed against him; and down went the slate with a horrid clatter. "Take care of the pieces!" said the boys, laughing. But Mr. Brill, the master, thought it no laughing matter, and, believing it to be John Tubbs's fault, told him that he should pay for the slate, and have his play stopped for a week. John said nothing. He did not wish to get little Sam into trouble: so he bore the blame quietly. John's mother was by no means pleased at having to pay for the slate, as she was a poor woman, and had to provide for several other little Tubbses besides John. "I tell you what it is, John," said she, "you must learn to be more careful. I shall not give you any milk for your breakfast all the week; and by this I shall save money for the slate, which it is right you should pay for." Poor John ate his bread with water instead of milk: but somehow he was not unhappy, for he felt that he had done a kindness to little Sam Jones; and the satisfaction of having rendered a service to another always brings happiness. A few days after, Mr. Jones came to the school, and spoke to Mr. Brill about the matter; for little Sam had told his father and mother all about it. Sam was a timid boy; but he could not bear to see John Tubbs kept in for no fault, while the other boys were at play.