By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 18, 2018 From the Juvenile Instructor, January 1918 – Wreatha By Bertha Anderson Kleinmann Miss Millet shook the little bags mysteriously and smiled back into fifty eager faces. “Something you will all love to do. Something you all can do. Guess what I have here, children.” “Salted peanuts!” “Oh, dear! no.” “Crayola!” “No; guess again.” “Fishhooks!” “No, I shall have to tell...
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