No doubt the money which you earned by your labor was more precious than
an equal amount would have been had it simply been given you by your
father.
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I have a little incident for Our Post-office Box. One day mamma
sent to the store for some raisins. When she received them, she
began to look them over and select some for her cake, and in them
she found a snail shell. Mamma put it in her fernery, and the next
morning was surprised to find that the shell was resting upon a
twig of cranberries. She thought papa had taken great pains to put
it there, and she looked more closely. She saw that there was a
live snail in it. The new-comer lived in the fernery three months.
One day, when the glass was off, it crawled away, and was lost. Do
you suppose it was a Spanish snail?
Shell marl or pitcher-plants (Sarracenia, mamma says), for pressed
sea-weeds or shells from the Gulf of Mexico. Please write to
arrange exchange.
ANGIE B. WOOD, Westbury, Cayuga Co., N. Y.
If your raisins came from Spain, no doubt your little guest came from
the same place.
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NANCY.--Thanks for your little story, but the adventure is hardly of
sufficient importance to print. If you wish the manuscript returned,
please send your address.
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