No sooner had the last issue reached our readers, carrying its warning that the term of the competition expires this month, than their zeal flared up all at once, and they hastened at last to send in the sweet pictures that had lain shrouded in darkness in cold drawers!

And because of the great number of these pictures that have reached us, and the impossibility of publishing them all at once, we have gone back on our first decision, and shall extend the term of the artistic competition one month more, so that all mothers may have the chance to enter their children.

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Oh, how delicious it tastes, the sesame cake! And if you have it in mind to catch up with me and snatch it from me... then your hopes are dashed and you have fished in murky water... for you certainly will never be able to catch me!!

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... Who said, "Little girls must wait long years to become mothers??" Then who is this sweet thing in my lap? And would mothers bestow such a tender smile on any but their own daughter?

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My waiting has grown long...

So when will the beloved come!!...