"Well, father sat two full hours before the horse was ready to start; but, when he did, there was no more trouble for that day. The next morning 'twas the same thing over again, only Georgie give in a little sooner. All the while it seemed as if father couldn't do enough for the horse. He was round the stable, feeding him and fussing over him, and talking to him in his pleasant, gentle way; and the third morning, when he had fed and curried him and harnessed him with his own hands, somehow there was a different look in the horse's eyes. But when father was ready to go, Georgie put his feet together and laid his ears back, and wouldn't stir. Well, Dove was playing about the yard; and she brought her stool and climbed up by the horse's head. Dove, tell what you said to Georgie?" "I gave him a talking to," said the little girl. "I told him it was perfectly 'diculous for him to act so; that he'd come to a real good place to live, where everybody helped everybody; that he was a minister's horse, and God would not love him if he was not a good horse. That's what I told him; then I kissed him on the nose." "And what did Georgie do?" "Why, he heard every word I said; and when I got through, he felt so 'shamed of himself he couldn't hold up his head; so he just dropped it till it almost touched the ground, and he looked as sheepish as if he had been stealing a hundred sheeps." "Yes," said Reuben; "and when father told him to go, he walked off like a shot. He has never made any trouble since. That's the way father cured a balky horse. And that night when he was unharnessing, he rubbed his head against his shoulder, and told him, as plain as a horse could speak, that he was sorry. He's tried to make it up with father ever since, for the trouble he made him. When he's loose in the pasture, father has only to stand at the bars and call his name, and he walks up as quiet as an old sheep. Why, I've seen him back himself between the shafts of the old wagon many a time to save father trouble. Father wouldn't take two hundred dollars for the horse to-day. He eats anything you give him. Sis very often brings out some of her dinner to him." "He likes to eat out of a plate," said Dove; "it makes him think he's folks."--_Golden Censer._ [Illustration: MINDING THE BABY.] _Volume 13, Number 17._ Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO. _Feb. 27, 1886._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: "A LONG GRAND DAY BEFORE THEM."] ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON. BY MARGARET SIDNEY. IV. AND "St. George" he was from that day. George Edward was powerless to stop it, though he flew into innumerable small rages and offered to whip any boy who uttered the obnoxious name. They became silent, for he was good for his promises, they knew, but the girls took it up, and as he could not very well whip them, his sainthood grew speedily and beyond his control.