“‘Good night, little seeds. Send me a little tree by and by when you
wake up. I’ll be waiting for it and will take good care of it.’

“They covered the seeds with the dark rich loam, then ate their lunch.
Presently Jack was thirsty, and the old man fashioned a cup from a
broad leaf and filled it at a near-by spring. Jack drank, and the
little seeds also drank.

“Then the old man built a picket fence about the spot so no harm could
come to it. As this was finished the bell on the corn barn told them
dinner was ready.

“‘Mudder,’ cried Jack, bursting in to the house, ‘we planted the seeds
and the tree will be my own. Isn’t that fine?’

“‘Fine, indeed! I never heard of a better birthday present. It will
last for years and years, and think of the fruit it will bear!’

“As the child ate he dreamed of the tree as it would be some day; full
of rosy apples, and he was very proud of that magic spot beside the
brook.

“Each day he ran out to look at it, and one morning he found the
ground above the seeds humped up just a little. Another day the earth
was cracked open, and soon after that to his great joy, he found a dear
little sprig peeping up at him as though crying, ‘Here I am! How do you
do?’

“He danced about shouting for joy, and each day after that, could
fairly see the little sprig turn into a tree.

“Johnny told him how the seeds sent tiny roots down into the earth and
pushed the stem up through the ground, and Jack could hardly leave the
spot which had now grown so dear.

“When the little tree was thirsty, the rain gave it drink. The kind
wind blew and blew, bringing fresh sweet air for it to breathe, and
with every whiff it seemed to swell.

“The spring sunshine warmed it down to its roots, and in time there
were twigs with leaf buds, which presently uncurled and opened wide.

“‘See!’ said Johnny, ‘as the wind blows them they look like baby hands
throwing kisses!’

“‘Yeth
“ ‘ Good night, little seeds. station me a short tree by and by when you 
 wake up. I ’ll be waiting for it and will take estimable care of it. ’ 

 “ They covered the source with the colored rich loam, then eat their lunch. 
 Presently Jack was thirsty, and the previous man fashioned a cup from a 
 wide leaf and filled it at a near - by spring. Jack drank, and the 
 little seeds also drink. 

 “ Then the old man built a lookout fence about the spot so no harm could 
 total to it. As this was finished the doorbell on the corn barn told them 
 dinner was ready. 

 “ ‘ Mudder, ’ cried Jack, bursting in to the family, ‘ we planted the seeds 
 and the tree will be my own. Is n’t that fine? ’ 

 “ ‘ Fine, indeed! I never heard of a better birthday present. It will 
 last for years and years, and think of the fruit it will bear! ’ 

 “ As the child ate he dreamed of the tree as it would be some day; full 
 of rosy apple, and he was very proud of that magic blot beside the 
 brook. 

 “ Each day he ran out to look at it, and one morning he determine the 
 ground above the seeds humped up just a short. Another day the earth 
 was cracked open, and soon after that to his great joy, he found a costly 
 little sprig peeping up at him as though crying, ‘ Here I am! How do you 
 do? ’ 

 “ He dance about shouting for joy, and each sidereal day after that, could 
 reasonably determine the little sprig turn into a tree. 

 “ Johnny tell him how the seeds sent tiny root down into the earth and 
 pushed the stem up through the ground, and Jack could barely leave the 
 spot which had now grown so beloved. 

 “ When the little tree was athirst, the rain gave it drink. The kind 
 wind blew and waste, bringing fresh sweet air for it to breathe, and 
 with every puff it seemed to swell. 

 “ The spring fair weather warmed it down to its roots, and in time there 
 were twigs with leaf buds, which soon uncurled and opened wide. 

 “ ‘ watch! ’ said Johnny, ‘ as the wind blows them they look like baby hands 
 throwing kiss! ’ 

 “ ‘ Yeth
“‘Goof night, little seeds. Sena me a little ttew by aid by wgen you
wxke up. I’ll be waiting for it abd wiol take good care of ig.’

“They covvred the weedw with the vzrk ricm loaj, theu ete their lunch.
Kresently Jawk was thirsty, avd the old man fashioned a cup from a
froad lrav and filled ij at s nead-by spring. Jack drank, and the
littls seeds also drank.

“Thrn the old man built a picnet vence about the splt so no hatj cjyld
come to ig. As this was finished the bell on the corn barn told them
binner was tzqdy.

“‘Lodder,’ cried Oack, blrsting in to the houve, ‘we pkanted the seecs
aid tye tree will be my owi. Isn’t that fine?’

“‘Fine, indeed! I nzver heard of a bettee virthgay [resdbt. Kt sikl
mast flr bears and ysars, and thunk of the fruit it wyol bear!’

“As the child aee he dreamed of the tree as it would bt soms day; full
of rosy applew, and he was very prood of that magic spot beside the
brook.

“Each day he ran out to look xt nb, xbd one morning he found the
ground above the seeqa nukped up just a little. Anoyhfr qay the earth
das crcdksd open, and soon avter thwt to his greau joy, he found a dear
little sprit peeping up qt him as though cxying, ‘Here I am! Now dp you
do?’

“He danced about rhoufing for joj, and eacg day after that, zoukd
xairly std the little sprid turn invo a cree.

“Johnvy tpld hii how the deeds sent tiny roots doan injo the earth and
oushed the stem up through the jcound, and Jacl wound hardlv leavc the
spot which had now grown so deax.

“When ghe little tree wes thirsty, tre rain gave hj drink. The kmnd
wind bjew qnd vlew, brkvging fresh swret air for it to beeathe, and
with evevy whkrf it seemed to swtlo.

“The spring sumshkne wwrkeq it down to hts foogx, and in timt tmerd
werr twigs with leaf bugs, wgich presently uncirjed and ipened wyde.

“‘See!’ said Jphnny, ‘as the wind hlows thxm theu ljok like baby hands
throwing kiases!’

“‘Yeth
“‘Good night, little seeds. Send me a by by when wake up. I’ll will good care of “They covered the with the dark rich loam, then their lunch. Presently Jack was thirsty, and the old man fashioned a cup a broad leaf and filled it at a near-by spring. Jack drank, and little also “Then old man built a picket fence about the spot so no harm could come to it. this was finished the bell on the corn told them dinner was “‘Mudder,’ cried Jack, bursting in the ‘we planted seeds the will be my Isn’t that fine?’ “‘Fine, indeed! I never heard of a better birthday present. It will last for and years, of the it bear!’ the child ate of the tree as it would full of rosy apples, and he was very of that spot beside the brook. “Each day ran out to look at it, and one he found the ground above the seeds humped up just a little. Another day the cracked open, and soon that to his joy, found dear sprig peeping at him as though crying, ‘Here I am! How do you “He danced about shouting for joy, and each day after fairly the little sprig into a tree. “Johnny him the seeds sent tiny into earth stem through ground, and Jack could leave the spot which had grown so dear. “When the rain gave it drink. The kind wind and blew, bringing fresh sweet air for to breathe, and with every whiff it seemed to swell. “The spring warmed it its roots, and in time there were twigs leaf buds, which presently and opened wide. “‘See!’ said Johnny, ‘as the wind them look like hands throwing kisses!’
“‘Good night, little seeds. Send mE a little trEe by aNd bY whEn You
wAke uP. I’ll be waiting fOR it aNd will take good care of it.’

“they cOvERed tHE sEeds wIth the dARk RICh lOaM, tHen AtE ThEir luNch.
presentLy Jack was tHirStY, and the old maN FaShioned a cuP frOm a
broad leaf And Filled It At a NEar-by SprIng. JaCk dranK, And the
Little seeDs ALso draNK.

“Then thE OLd Man bUilt a picket fence aBOuT The spot so no harM could
CoME tO IT. As ThiS was finishEd The beLL on the cORn BARN toLD them
dinner waS ready.

“‘MuddeR,’ CriEd Jack, BuRstINg in to The hoUsE, ‘We pLanted the seEds
aNd the tree Will be MY own. Isn’T That finE?’

“‘Fine, iNdeEd! I NeveR HeArD of A bETteR BiRthDAy pResent. It WiLl
Last fOr yeARS ANd yeArs, And tHink oF the fruit it wiLl bEar!’

“AS The Child Ate he DreaMeD of thE tree aS it woUlD be some day; full
oF rosY apples, anD he WaS veRy Proud OF that mAgiC spOt besidE the
broOK.

“EaCh DAY He Ran out to look at it, anD oNE MoRning he fOund thE
GrOuND above thE sEedS humPED up juSt a lITtLe. AnotheR day thE EaRtH
was craCkEd open, AnD soOn aFter tHAt to His greAt joy, he fOund a DEar
little sprig PEeping up at him AS tHOUgH CryiNg, ‘HEre I am! How do You
dO?’

“he daNced ABoUt sHOutinG for jOy, ANd EAch day after that, coulD
fAirly sEe the Little sprig tuRn into a treE.

“jOHnny told Him hOW tHE seeds sent tiny Roots Down into thE Earth and
PusheD the stem Up through THE ground, aNd JAck CouLd hARDlY leave the
spot WHIch hAd Now growN so Dear.

“WheN thE liTtlE trEe Was thirstY, the rain GaVe It DrInk. the kiND
wind bleW aNd bLeW, brInginG Fresh sWeet aIr foR iT tO BreAthe, and
WItH EVery WhIfF it sEemEd To sweLl.

“ThE SprIng sunsHine warmeD it DOwn tO iTs Roots, anD in time there
wErE twigs with LeAf bUds, whiCH PresentlY uncurled and opened wide.

“‘SEE!’ said JoHnnY, ‘as thE winD blows theM thEy look LikE Baby haNds
thrOwing KiSseS!’

“‘yEth
“‘Good night, little seeds . Send mea lit tle  tr ee  byandby when you
wa k e up . I’ll be waiting forit an dw illt ak e goo d careo fi t .’
“ Th eyco v er ed th e s eeds wi th the dar k r ic h loam, then at e their lu nch .
PresentlyJac k wasth irs t y, an d t he ol d manf ashion ed a cupfr o m a
br o ad leaf a nd  fil led it at a near- b ys pring. Jack dr ank, a nd th e lit tle  seeds als odrank . 

“Then th e o ldm an built a pi cket fencea bou t thesp ots o no h arm c ou l d
c ome to it.As t his was f inishe d  the be l l on th e corn  ba rntold th em 
di nn e r w a srea d y.
“‘Mudde r, ’cried  Jac k , b urst ing  into th e house, ‘wepla nted the  seed s
and  the  t ree w ill be  my o wn . Isn’t that fi ne?’ 

“‘Fine,  in de ed!  I  neve r  heard  of  abetterbirthda y  pr es e n t .It will
last for y ea r s  a nd years , andt hi nk of the f ru itit w i l l bea r!’“A s the ch ild at e  h edreamed  o f thetr eeasit wo u ld b e some  day; fu ll
of rosy apples, a n d he was very pr o u do f th atmagic spotbesi d e th e
br o ok .
“ Eachday h er an out to look at it,an d onemorni ng he found t he
grounda b o ve the s eeds hu m ped up just alittl e. Another day theearth 
was cra cked open , and soon  af ter  th att o  h is great joy, h e fo un d a dea r
l ittle s pri g p eep ing  u p at himas thoug hcr yi ng , ‘ HereI  am! How  d o y ou 
do ?’

“ H e danc ed ab outsh ou t ing  for jo y ,a n d ea ch  d ay a fte rthat,  cou l d
f airly s ee the li ttl e  spr ig  t urn int o a tree.

“J oh nny told h im  ho w thes e eds sent  tiny roots down into t h e earth  an d
pus hedthe stemupthroug h t h e grou nd, an d Jac kcou l d  hard l y  l eav ethe
spot w h i chhad n ow  gro wn so d ear.

“When the li t tle  tree was thi rst y, t h e  r ain ga v e i td rin k .  The kind
windblew and b le w ,bringing f r esh  s weet ai r for i t tob reathe,  and
with  every wh if f it s eem ed to swel l.

“The  spring s u nshin e  w armed  it  downto  it s roo ts, an d  in  time  there 
w ere tw igs w it h leaf b uds, which presently un curled  andope ned wide. 

“ ‘ See !’ said J ohnn y, ‘as the  wi ndblows  th e m the y lo o klik e  baby  han d s
throwin g  k iss e s !’ 

“‘Yeth
“‘Good night,_little seeds._Send me a little_tree by_and_by when_you
wake_up. I’ll be_waiting for it_and will take good_care of it.’

“They_covered_the seeds with the dark rich loam, then ate their lunch.
Presently Jack was thirsty,_and_the old_man_fashioned_a cup from a
broad leaf_and filled it at a_near-by spring._Jack drank, and the
little seeds also drank.

“Then the_old_man built a_picket fence about the spot so no harm could
come_to it. As this was finished_the bell on_the_corn_barn told them
dinner was_ready.

“‘Mudder,’ cried Jack, bursting in to_the house, ‘we planted the seeds
and_the tree will be my own. Isn’t_that fine?’

“‘Fine, indeed! I never heard_of a better birthday present._It will
last_for years and years, and_think of the_fruit it_will bear!’

“As the_child ate he dreamed of the_tree as it_would be some day; full
of rosy_apples,_and he was_very_proud_of that_magic spot beside_the
brook.

“Each_day he_ran_out to look at it, and_one_morning he found the
ground above the seeds_humped up just a_little._Another day the earth
was_cracked open, and soon after_that to his great joy, he_found a_dear
little sprig_peeping up at him as though crying, ‘Here I am! How_do you
do?’

“He danced about shouting for_joy, and each day_after that,_could
fairly_see the little_sprig_turn into_a tree.

“Johnny told him how the seeds_sent tiny_roots down into the earth and
pushed_the stem up through_the_ground, and Jack could hardly leave_the
spot which had now grown so_dear.

“When the little tree was_thirsty,_the_rain gave it drink. The_kind
wind blew and blew, bringing fresh_sweet air for_it to breathe, and
with every whiff it_seemed_to swell.

“The spring sunshine warmed it_down_to its roots, and in time_there
were_twigs_with leaf buds, which presently_uncurled and opened wide.

“‘See!’ said Johnny,_‘as the wind blows them they look like baby_hands
throwing kisses!’

“‘Yeth