They were now very near him, and one of the men beckoned with his hand and said something. "I can't understand him," said Dick to himself, "but I suppose he meant he'll give me a ride." The man helped him up and they journeyed on. After a time Dick grew very tired even of riding. "The camel joggles me so," he said, "and I am so thirsty I shall die. If they would only stop a minute!" What was the matter? What were they saying? Each man was bowing himself toward the ground and waving his hands. "I don't see what they are making all that fuss about. I can't see anything; the sun hurts my eyes so." And Dick covered his eyes with his hand. Suddenly there was a shout, and the camels stood still. Dick lifted his head. Could he believe his eyes? Right before him was a little spot of green grass, a spring of cool water, and one of those things he hated—a tree. Hate a tree? He thought that he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He fairly tumbled off the camel in his haste to reach it. The tears ran down his face as he threw his arms around its trunk. "Dear tree!" he cried. "Dick, Dick, are you going to help me plant the new trees?" called his father. Opening his eyes, Dick found himself in his own little room, both hands clasping his pillow. Dick was soon dressed and downstairs, and so anxious was he to plant trees that he could hardly eat his breakfast. * * * * * In just one night he had learned to see The wonderful beauty there is in a tree. THE FRIENDLY SUMMER TREES FRANK A. WAUGH It is curious how friendly the forests are to the sick. The trees reach out their arms to shelter them. In the stillness of the morning and through the long nights they whisper to every one who listens; there lie the patients listening and looking up through the gently waving branches to the floating clouds by day, and to the twinkling stars by night, until presently they are overcome by the spirit of health, which is the spirit of the pine-trees. Trees appear at their best in the forest company, I think, just as men and women appear at their best in society. The single maple tree or the elm may be very proud and beautiful, but alone it cannot cure the sick or even accommodate a picnic. So we ought to become acquainted with the trees, in their own society and in their native surroundings. We shall then understand them much better than when we find them lonely on our city lawns.