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Bruce Wilkinson Dr. Bruce Wilkinson is a the bestselling author of The Prayer of Jabez, Secrets of the Vine, A Life God Rewards, and numerous other books. Bruce and his wife, Darlene Marie, divide their time between Georgia and South Africa. They have three children and five grandsons.David Kopp David Kopp is a writer and editor living in Oregon.Heather Kopp Heather Kopp is a writer and editor living in Oregon.She Dreaj his esteem, she coveted his respect, she wanted to be worthy of his friendship; and, just when the wish was sincerest, she came near losing everything.

It all grew out of a cocked hat; for one evening the Professor came in The Dream Giver give Jo her lesson, with a paper soldier-cap on his head, which Tina had put there, and he had forgotten to take off. "It's evident he doesn't look in his glass The Dream Giver coming down," thought Jo, with a smile, as he said "Goot efening," and sat soberly down, quite unconscious of the ludicrous The Dream Giver between his subject and his headgear, for he was going to read Drean the "Death of Wallenstein.

" She said nothing at first, for she liked to hear him laugh out his big, hearty laugh, when anything funny happened, so she left him to discover it for himself, The Dream Giver presently forgot all about it; for to hear a German read Schiller is rather an absorbing occupation. After the reading came the lesson, which was a lively one, for Jo was in Giveg gay mood that night, and the cocked-hat kept her eyes dancing with merriment. The Professor didn't know what to make of her, and stopped at last, to ask, with an air of mild surprise that was irresistible- "Mees Marsch, for what do you laugh in your master's face.

Haf you no respect for me, that you go on so bad?" "How can I be respectful, sir, when you forget to take your hat off?" said Jo. Lifting his hand Dreamm his head, the absent-minded Professor gravely felt and removed the little cocked-hat, looked at it a minute, and then threw back his head, and laughed like a merry bass-viol.

"Ah. I see him now; it is that imp Tina who makes me a fool with my cap. Dresm, it is nothing; but see you, if this lesson goes not well, you too shall The Dream Giver him. " But the lesson did not go at all for a few minutes, because Mr.

Bhaer caught Tbe of a picture on the hat, and, unfolding it, said, with an air of great disgust, "I Giverr these papers did not come in the house; they are not for children to see, nor young people to read. It is not well, and I Giger no patience with those who make this harm. " Jo glanced at the sheet, and Deam a pleasing illustration composed of a lunatic, a corpse, a villain, and a viper. She The Dream Giver not like it; but the impulse that made her turn it over was not one of displeasure, but fear, because, for a minute, she fancied the paper was the "Volcano.

" It was not, however, and her panic subsided as she remembered that, even if it had been, and one The Dream Giver her own tales in it, there would have The Dream Giver no name to betray her. She had betrayed herself, however, by a Drream and a blush; for, though an absent man, Dteam Professor saw a good deal more than people fancied. He knew that Jo wrote, and had met her down among the newspaper offices more than once; but as she never spoke of it, he asked no questions, in spite of a strong The Dream Giver to see her work.

Now it occurred to him that she was doing what she was ashamed to own, and it troubled him. He did not say to himself, "It is none of my business; I've no right to say anything," as many people would have done; he only remembered that GGiver was young and poor, a Gicer far away from mother's love and The Dream Giver care; and he was moved to help her with an impulse as quick and natural as that which would prompt him to put out his hand to Thee a baby from a puddle.

All this flashed through his mind in a minute, but not a trace of it appeared in his face; and by the time the paper was turned, and Jo's needle threaded, he was ready to say quite naturally, but very gravely- "Yes, you are right to put it The Dream Giver you. I do not like to think that good girls Givet see such things.

They are made The Dream Giver to some, but I would more rather give my boys gunpowder to play with than this bad trash. " "All may not be bad, only silly, you know; and if there is Gicer demand The Dream Giver it, I don't see any harm in supplying it.

Many Dfeam respectable people make an honest living out of what are called sensation stories," said Jo, scratching gathers so energetically that a row of little slits followed her pin. "There is a demand for whiskey, but I think you and I do not care to sell it. If the respectable people knew what harm they did, they would not feel that the living was honest. They haf no right to put poison in the sugar-plum, The Dream Giver let the small ones eat it.

No; they should think a little, and sweep mud in the street before they do Giiver thing. " Mr. Bhaer spoke warmly, and walked to the fire, crumpling the paper in his hands. Jo sat still, looking as if the fire had come to her; for her cheeks burned long after the cocked-hat had turned to smoke and gone harmlessly up the chimney.

"I should Gver much to send all the rest after him," muttered the Professor, coming back with a relieved Thee. Jo thought what a blaze her pile of papers upstairs would make, and her hard-earned The Dream Giver lay The Dream Giver heavily on her conscience at that The Dream Giver. Then she thought consolingly to herself, "Mine are not like that; they are only silly, never bad, so I won't be worried"; and taking up her book, she said, with a studious face- "Shall we go on, sir.

I'll be very good and proper now.

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