BUREAU OF WOMAN’S WORK.

A WEEK AT A NORMAL SCHOOL.

A visitor at one of our normal schools in the South asked the principal for a schedule of a week’s work, outside of the regular school duties. The visitor reports this school to be equal to Northern schools of the same grade and one where the aim is not only to promote good scholarship but also to develop earnest and intelligent Christian character.

SCHEDULE.

Sunday, 9 A. M. Miss H. S. S. Teacher’s Meeting.

Sunday, 10 A. M. to 1 P. M. S. S. Church and Choir.

Sunday, P. M. S. S. Class, Reading and Prayer Meeting.

Sunday, 7:30 P. M. Church Service.

Monday Miss P. Mothers’ Meeting.

Monday 3:30 P. M. Miss L. Girl’s Society.

Monday 3:30 P. M. Miss F. School Visitation.

Tuesday, 4 to 5 P. M. Miss F. Class Prayer Meeting.

Tuesday, 7:30 P. M. Church Prayer Meeting.

Wednesday School Visitation.

Wednesday 6 P. M. School Teacher’s Meeting.

Wednesday 7:30 P. M. Miss H. Reading Circle.

Thursday Miss F. and others Girls’ Prayer and D. B. Work.

Thursday 3:30 P. M. Teacher’s Class.

Thursday 7:30 P. M. Daniel’s Band, Bible Study and School Prayer Meeting.

Friday School Visitation.

Friday Miss L. Primary Teacher’s Meeting.

Friday Individual Work.

Saturday Cleaning, Mending, etc.

Saturday Miss H. Music Lessons.

In addition to this regular missionary work every week and every day in the week, there are Temperance and Missionary meetings, the preparation of Missionary letters and various incidental Christian works. This school is a fair illustration of all.

HOW WE RAISED THE DEBT.

Mother was East and father had gone to the Association at Plankington. Only Taute was left to keep us straight. We had run through the list and done most everything, except going swimming and the pillow-fight. There were still several raw September days to be disposed of.

Putting the play-room to rights one day, our throats just ached for chocolate creams. We would make Taute pay so much a sight of the play-room in apple-pie order. Taute would not be taxed, but would like some jumping-jacks and nuns for her little Oahe girls, and we could come by our chocolate creams honestly.

It would be hard to tell how it all came about, for one said one thing and one another, until out of all the Babel and confusion we decided on a fair, a real missionary fair. How our tongues wagged while our fingers flew! How the jumping-jacks multiplied, and the sedate little nuns came trooping forth each with prayer-book and rosary, after whole families of pert-looking acorn dolls! As by magic the bright bits of paper grew into kites, mats and book-markers, and pen-wipers and pin-cushions; how could one have a fair without them!

The day came at last. We had from Thursday evening until the next Monday afternoon. (What a trying day Sunday was. Do you think it was very, very wicked counting our jacks and nuns, and seeing how much they would bring?)

The dining-room table Mamma let us have, and a string running across the room made a splendid trapeze, where the nuns flirted and danced with their jacks, the tea-kettles bubbled and the acorn baskets turned somersaults. Oh! ’twas just shocking! And the acorn dolls that kept watch over the fancy articles didn’t behave a bit better. They bowed and curtseyed until their heads bobbed off. Even the brave potato-man, who was marshal of the day, could scarcely sit still on his potato-horse. Perhaps they felt good because they were going to raise the A. M. A. debt.

And it was just as Mabel and Olive had said: Miss Haynes did buy a jack and Miss Leonard a nun, and Miss Ilsley and Miss Pratt both took dolls. Then those who had jacks wanted nuns and those who had nuns must have jacks, and no one could resist the acorn dolls, their heads rolled off so easily. Our buttonhole bouquets, too, were just one cent, and little Ruthie Chadbourne’s papa and mamma thought missionary candy very good for her, so they bought ever so many little scallop-shells full at five cents apiece.

Miss Hunter, of Greenwood, was here, and had to buy out of politeness, and when it was all over Mamma bought us out—that was, we are quite sure, out of kindness. We had forgotten to say that Father and Mother had come home. They had to come to help buy the things, you see. Now that it is all over, we want you should know what a happy time we had, and send you our pennies to raise the debt with. Your friends and co-workers,

Three Little Riggs Children And Their Three Riggs-Warner Cousins.

P. S.—We have forgotten all about our chocolate creams.

Santee Agency, Neb., September, 1886.