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. FOR BOYS AND GIRLS-

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FOR BOYS AND GIRLS- The Stery of a Pan-Mug. • By M. S. SMITH. ee There now," said Mrs Pinder, ":If that the last straw And she flopped down into the rocking-chair by the kitchen-fire and covered her face with x her apron. It was certainly very trying, and Georgy— Jeorgy was dreadfully sorry, for it was his •fcult. He had sat down on the big fender, to ^arm himself, and never noticed that he gave ever so tiny a push to the big red earthenware Pan-mug, that mother mixed the bread in, Jhich was likewise warming itself, as it always did on baking days, before the flour was put in. Georgy Peorgy liked baking-day. He liked see the bubbling veast, and the beautiful cushion of dough, that looked ever so small at jkst and then to peep in an hour later, and Pod it mysteriously grown so big it almost •ifted the cloth off the mug. Sometimes mother J^ould give him a tiny bit of dough, and Georgy would pull it and pinch it, into a very Rnibby little mannikin and if be might have currants, he would stick them in for eyes. When mother had baked it brown you could hardly see that it was grubby at all. But better, Georgy liked the nice, soit oven- bottom-cakes that they had for tea on baking- all full of big round holes, when they were 8T>tit open, for the butter to nestle in. And ^hen he saw the big mug go rolling away from beside him and fall with a horrid crash on the end of the fender, and then lie, a heap of ruins. the stone floor, he knew what he had ^?ne before he heard his mother's cry of Stress, Be knew there would be no oven-cakes to-day, no delicious warm-baking smell, no crackling array of new loaves. He had broken the mug. There could be no baking to-day, &Qd it was all because of careless Georgy's Accidental push that this calamity had befallen them. Whatever must I do?" cried his mother. 'I wish, since you're big enough to break Things you are big enough to fetch new ones, Georgy, that I do "I can do that and all, mother," said Georgy-Peorgy, You trust me." And he Wretched himself to his full height to show ^hat a big, tall fellow he was. No, indeed," said mother, sixpences are Scarce enough in these parts, without risking tjhem on sending little boys for big pan-mugs*. iou'd break it safe as houses before you got Jt home. And I can't go myself with baby so Peevish, and the wash in the copper. There's Nothing for it. We've half a loaf, and must tnuke littlo serve till to-morrow. Your dad ""i1J fetch me a pan-mug this evening when he comes from work." But the prospect of making little serve painful to poor Georgy, and he begged so hard to be allowed to go and buy the mug, and protested so eagerly how strong he was, and how careful he would be, that at last his Baother gave in, and he set out, in a great hurry, full of importance, with the sixpence In a bit of paper in his hand. lVhen he saw the pan-mug in the shop, he pit the least bit dismayed, for it was a very jone way round the top. He wondered a little he should ever manage' to get home with M. It was more than a mile by the nearest '\Vay, and his little arms were aching before he '\Vas a hundred yards from the shop door. It was so difficult to find a good way of getting hold of it. Its cold, slippery yellow in afforded no hold to his fingers, and when he clasped his arms outside about the outside it, he could only only stagger a few yards before stopping to adjust it again, so omi- nously did it lurch forward, and all but escaped him, to fall in ruins, like its ill-starred prede- cessor at home. Why, Georgy," said Tommy Burns, a "'gger boy. who was spinning a top as he sauntered on an errand, you are helped up. orne I'll give you a lift with it." And good- PaturecUy taking one side of the pan-mug, he Gregory -Peorgy finely quite half the were several fields to cross before -was safe home with a burden, and at leading into them the boys parted. <, *°u'venot so far to go now," said/Tommy. SIt on the stiie a few minutes while you get your breath, and I'll hoist the pan-mug on Your shoulders like a hat. You'll carry it twice as easy that way." No sooner said than done. Georgy-Peorgy Bat on the stile meekly enough, with his head completely covered by the pan-mug, until his felt rested, and his shoulders wese beginning to feel rather tired, and then he thought he had better be getting under way again. This, how- ever, was not quite the simple matter it ap- peared. The great pot rested on his out- stretched arms, and covered his head com- pletely, so that, looking up, he saw only the smooth, slippery yellow lining. Hi3 little arms barely reached across to keep a firm hold on ?jther side; and when he tried to raise it from the position in which it was balanced, it Rave an ominous lurch forward, and he had to exert all his strength to keep it from lurching out of his grasp. Clearly he was not strong or big enough to bring it gently to the ground Without fear of breaking it. Before very long—it felt to the imprisoned Georgy close upon an hour, though it was Really about ten minutes—there sounded upon bis ear the faint sound of far-away footsteps, and Georgy mustered breath hopefully for a 'oud call for help. Nearer and nearer the footsteps came, louder and louder and faster, until, looking down at the patch of ground under his dangling feet, he saw that it was quite wet. It was a sudden downpour of rain that he had heard pattering ûn the roof of pot over his head. He was as far from help as ever. and it was Setting so dreadfully late. What would mother say ? And what would they do for bread ? There was thunder Such a clap Georgy J^as glad that the big pot shut out the sight of the lightning. He sobbed aloud after a bit, Poor little man, catching his breath from time to time, to listen for the hoped-for passer-by. pf course, he could have escaped easily enough, out at the cost of breaking the precious pan- and that was quite out of the question. At last! Georgy's heart leaped at the un- mistakable sound of a horse's hoofs. Georgy Waited till they were close at hand, and let off with a wild halloo. Joy The hoof-beats stopped, and a cheery Joice answered Hello Where are you ? What's up At the voice Georgy almost cried with joy, for it was his own father, driving back from town with the empty float to the farm where he worked. Daddy, it's me," he cried, but his father's Jovial laugh drowned his voice. By gum, you're there: are you, young shaver You've got a nice umbrella against the shower A nice fright you gave me, you Young monkey Be off home, and ha' done scaring folks with your pranks." And he touched up his horse, and rattled away. Could it be possible that his own father did not know him ? Georgy-Peorgy pcould scarcely believe it, even though nothing was to be seen of him but a pair of patched boots and a length of scratched leg. He wept long and loud there was only the ^ind and the rain to hear. Georgy's father drove on chuckling but the funny sight of a little boy sheltering under a pah-mug reminded him that he was getting J*et, and that he had a top-coat at home. So home he went to get it, and the first thing he saw was his wife setting out with a frightened face, and a shawlihrowl1 over her head. Oh, John," she gasped, I sent our Georgy-Peorgy to fetch a pan-mug two hours back, and he's never come back. Something's happened the boy, you mark my word." < You should have heard John laugh then. fl<> laughed till th& tears ran down his cheeks, :\nd told her to jump into the cart and he '^ould show her what had become of her boy. But nobody had the heart to laugh when they came to let the little prisoner out. Such a woebegone, crestfallen little chap, quite different from the brave boy who set out that ttiorning to buy a pan-mug. Mother," he whispered, there's no oven- cakes, is there, and I m so hungry v" My word," cried father, ''that reminds me. our Aunt Eliza called out as I was passing to ask you all down to your tea, being her bedding day. and a baking day and all, I was forgetting. And you're nearer there than "°me now by a long piece." So father took the pan-mug home on the r°at, and mother and Georey-Peorgy had a time at Aunt Eliza's, whose oren-bottom cases were more than worthy even of Georgy's expectations.

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