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The girls in the class nodded their heads and some of +them added, "I don't see how," and "Of course we can't do anything," +while they waited for Miss Lee to answer Gracie. The teacher had been +talking to them about doing things for others, and had tried to show +them how much help was needed in this world, and how much there was for +all to do. Sunday-school teachers feel this so much, that no wonder they +talk to their classes about it. + +"Well," said Miss Lee, as if she were thinking very deeply, indeed, +"perhaps there is really nothing that you can do to help others. Doing, +seems to be a hard word with you little maids. Suppose we drop that word +and take another. A very great man once said that when we could do +nothing, we could still be something, for the sake of other people. I +would like to have you all see what you can be. That comes first, +anyhow. You have to be alive before you can talk, and walk, and think, +and act. You have to be willing before you can do anything, you know, +and so we will see what we can do with ourselves, before we try to do +much for others. Shall we?" + +"Yes, but I don't understand just what you mean," said Lucie Ray. + +"Then listen," said Miss Lee. "When anyone does anything for you, +suppose you try to be truly thankful. When anyone teases you, see if you +can be patient. If others are cross, see how kind you can be. When +others are sour, you must be sweet. I really think you will have enough +to do." + +"We'll try," said Grace. + +"That is right. Try, and keep on trying. There's one thing more: If you +are thankful, say so. If you are sorry for anyone, say so, and if you +feel kindly, speak kindly. These things ought to come out. But as you +try to be patient and sweet, don't go about telling it. Let other people +find it out. They will, easily enough." + +"How will they?" asked one. + +"The other day," said Miss Lee, "someone gave me a rose. It was an +American Beauty. I put it in a vase in the parlor. There it stood, tall +and straight, with its green leaves like lovely garments around it, and +the crimson flower, like a beautiful crown above. Yes, there it stood, +and never said a word. It never said, 'I am sweet.' or 'How fragrant my +breath is!' not once. But everyone who came into the room, even when it +happened to be dark, knew that the rose was there. Why?" + +"It was so sweet. They smelled it," cried the class in chorus. + +"Yes, that was it. By being sweet--not by saying, 'I am sweet'--it made +itself known in the room. Now, see how sweet and loving and thankful and +patient and thoughtful you can be this week. Think about being, instead +of doing." + +The next Sunday they talked over the week. + +"I tried to be thankful and to say 'thank you,' when I ought," said +Margie, "'cause mamma says so much to me about that. It was hard to +remember always, but I tried." + +"I tried not to be cross with Rex," said Ruth. "He gets my things and I +don't want him to. Sometimes I kept from being cross and sometimes I +didn't. Once I slapped him, but I was sorry right away, and kissed him. +Then he didn't cry." + +"To be sorry the minute we do wrong is one way to grow better," said +Miss Lee. "Don't be discouraged." + +"Mamma said yesterday when she took Jack in the carriage and left me," +said Grace, "that if I would make Nettie contented and happy, it would +be better than anything I could do for her. So I played tea party with +her, and was happy after a little minute, and mamma said 'Thank you!' +when she came back. Then I was gladder still." + +"I seemed to have a chance to be sorry for people," said Fanny. "Mrs. +Bailey, next door, had lots of trouble, and I went in and said softly, +'I'm so sorry. Mrs. Bailey!' and she said, 'That helps a great deal.'" + +After all this talk, and more words from Miss Lee, the girls made up +their minds to keep on trying to please by being right, and being +bright, and they found, as others may, that there is no surer way to +give help and to do right. + + + + +SCHOOLTIME ANYTIME. + + +When you have a hard lesson what do you do with it? Fret and complain +over it? Look for someone to help you with it? Or do you brace up and +tackle it bravely, bringing all your best effort to it. + + + + +When the School Yard was White + +Ellen D. Masters + + +Snow did not cover the school yard at Hamlet so often as not to cause a +great deal of excitement among the boys and girls, especially a deep +snow--deep enough for making snowballs and forts and snowmen. + +So the day after the big snow that fell there one night, Mr. Newman, who +had charge of the third grade boys of the Hamlet School, found it a hard +day to keep order in his room; and a good many of the boys got low marks +for the first time that term. + +How they did hate to leave the white school yard when the bell would put +an end to the short recesses! + +[Illustration: How they did hate to leave the white school yard.] + +"I think it's a pity we have to be shut up in the schoolhouse all the +time and not get any good of it--when it doesn't snow here like this +more than once till you're grownup," Mr. Newman heard one little fellow +complain. + +Their teacher had liked to play in the snow as well as any of them when +he was a boy, and he wished that he had not been obliged to ring the +school bell and spoil their fun so soon. + +When it was time to dismiss school that day, Mr. Newman looked very +solemn and said: "I think everyone of you boys deserves to be kept an +hour more." + +The thirty young faces that looked up into his grew very solemn, too. + +Then their teacher smiled and said: "But instead of keeping you in, this +time, I will keep you out. I give every boy in the room permission to +stay one hour after school and play in the snow." + +Thirty happy small boys went bounding out into the white school yard. + +While they were building a snow fort and storming it with cannon-balls +of snow, their teacher wrote their "excuses"--one to be carried by each +boy when he went home from school an hour late. + +When the joyous hour was over, Mr. Newman rang the bell and the boys +came up to the schoolhouse and were given their excuses. They thought it +very funny to be kept "out" an hour after school, instead of being kept +"in," and to carry an excuse home instead of to school. + +"We will have poor lessons every day, if you will punish us this way, +Mr. Newman," said one of the biggest boys. + +"This kind of punishment is given only when a six-inch snow covers the +school yard at Hamlet," said the teacher. + +The boys all went happily home with cold noses and fingers and toes, but +warm hearts for their teacher, whom they were beginning to think was the +greatest man they knew. + +"I tell you I'm going to be up on that geography and grammar to-morrow," +said Fred Walton. + +"And I'm going to know how to do those examples to-morrow," said Leonard +King. + +And the next day the boys all had extra good lessons, if the school yard +was covered with trampled snow and the battered snow fort still under +the trees. + + + + +ELSIE'S ADVICE. + + +"Now, Maud Anna Belinda," said Elsie, "I want you to sit up straight and +listen to me. I have something to say to you; something you should be +glad to hear." + +It was hardly worth while to ask Maud Anna Belinda to sit up straight, +for she was already straight, indeed, with her hands hanging down +stiffly at her sides, and her eyes right out in front of her. + +"I have some good advice to give you," Elsie went on, "for your manners. +There's company manners and there's home-folks manners. Some people have +very fine company manners, but their home-folks manners are horrid. They +make all their smiles in company, and just have frowns and pouts and +frets for the family; which of course, you know, is very unfair and not +nice at all. Some people don't divide theirs up; they have manners that +are just the same all the time. And this is a much better way, +especially if they are a pleasant kind, my dear. + +"Some people get their manners at Paris, and some people's mothers tell +them to them when they are young. But my dear Maud Anna Belinda, if you +want yours to be good and lovely through and through, you must have a +good and lovely heart that's full of kindness and best wishes to +everybody. Those are the sort they have in heaven, and heaven's a better +place to get them from than Paris, I guess. + +"So now I'm done. And I will give you a kiss to remember it by." + +If Maud Anna Belinda did not need Elsie's advice, that is not saying +that some of us may not. + +--_Selected._ + + + + +"That boy looks like a gentleman," said poor little Harry, looking at +that boy's nice clothes and then at his own poor ones. + +He got on a street car. Soon he gave up his seat to a woman, and picked +up her gloves. + +"You're a little gentleman," she said. + +You can be a gentleman, no matter how shabby your clothes. + + + + +HOW THE DAY WAS CHANGED + +By MARY E. BAMFORD + + +Ralph and Emma and little Paul were sitting in a big circle. There were +others in the circle, too. There were the eight dolls, and the little +wooden dog that squeaked, and the fuzzy little rabbit that squeaked, and +the lop-eared toy donkey, and the tiny elephant that stood alone. So +many toys, and yet nobody seemed happy but baby Paul, who was trying to +swallow his two little thumbs. + +[Illustration: _So many toys and yet nobody seemed happy but baby +Paul._] + +In the middle of the circle was a tray with little dishes, and Emma held +a tiny cup in her hand, for the children were just finishing a +make-believe dinner party that had water and two apples for +refreshments. + +"Winter parties, when its raining outdoors, aren't much fun," grumbled +Emma. + +"It'd be lots nicer if we could have our party outdoors, and pick apples +off trees," grumbled Ralph. + +"Twees," echoed baby Paul, trying to swallow his thumbs. + +"It just rains and rains," said Emma dolefully. + +"Wains," echoed baby Paul. + +Baby Paul had stopped swallowing his thumbs. What was it he saw in +Emma's face? Was everything so bad? + +"Yes, it just rains and rains," complained Ralph dolefully. + +Baby Paul looked at Ralph, and saw the same thing he had seen in Emma's +face. Oh, thing's must be very bad when big brother and sister looked so +sad! It must be nearly time to cry! + +Back of the children was a nice warm fire in the grate. The room was +comfortable, but baby Paul missed something from the atmosphere. He +could not have told what it was, but he began to whimper. + +"Don't you go to crying!" said Emma crossly. "It's bad enough to be shut +in by the rain without your crying." + +Baby Paul cried softly to himself. Thumbs were no comfort now. + +Emma went over to the window. She looked dolefully out at the rain. By +and by she saw a man going into a house on the corner. The man had a +case with him. + +"Oh," said Emma to herself, "that's the doctor who went there yesterday! +The Brown baby must be real sick." + +The doctor stayed a good while. By and by he came out again into the +rain. Emma ran to the telephone in the next room, and telephoned to the +Browns. Yes, the baby was very, very sick. + +Emma came back softly into the room where the fire burned so +comfortably. Baby Paul was still crying softly to himself. + +"The Brown baby is dreadfully sick," said Emma softly. "Oh, dreadfully! +Lizzie Brown was crying when I telephoned to her. They don't know +whether the baby will live." + +Ralph and Emma looked at baby Paul. Both children had the same thought. +Emma ran to baby Paul, and hugged him. + +"Oh, baby darling!" cried Emma. "Baby darling, I couldn't stand it if +you were sick!" + +"Goo!" said baby Paul, looking at Emma's face. That ugly something that +was in her face awhile ago was not there now. Baby Paul smiled. If big +sister's face was all right what was there to cry about? + +Ralph went to the window and looked toward the Browns. Then Ralph went +to baby Paul and hugged him. Baby Paul crowed for joy. Big brother's and +sister's faces were all right! + +"You darling!" cried Emma. "Let's play menagerie for him, Ralph." + +So pretty soon the little elephant and the fuzzy rabbit and the wooden +dog and the lop-eared donkey were being hurried about at so lively a +rate that baby Paul crowed and shouted for joy. What fun it was to be a +well baby, when big sister and big brother smiled at him! And the rain +just poured outdoors! But everybody was happy. + + + + +LIKE WASHINGTON. + + + "I wish that I could be as great + As Washington," said Joe. + "You can, my dear," his mother said, + "If you but will it so." + + "But how?" urged Joe. "I cannot do + The things he did--to be + As great as he was would just mean + A General, you see." + + "A General, my little lad, + You can be if you will. + A climbing boy can always reach + The summit of tho hill. + + "But to be great, we first must be + Brave, kind and good and true; + And Washington was all of these, + Though but a boy like you." + + "Perhaps," said Joe. "I'd better try + To be just good, and when + I am as old as Washington + I may be like him then." + +--_Written for Dew Drops by Helen M. Richardson._ + + + + +A SCHOOLROOM SWEEP. + + +The girls at Dorothy's school--the little ones as well as the big +ones--had to do something that very few schoolgirls have to do nowadays, +and that is to sweep the schoolroom--a large room that had to be swept +every day after the closing hour. + +Do you think that you would like such a task? Well, some of the big +girls at Dorothy's school didn't like it either; but little Dorothy and +most of her little mates thought it was a great honor, and they liked +to have their turn come to sweep. + +Dorothy had not been to school for quite one year, and the teacher had +never appointed her to be one of the sweepers. Dorothy wondered why. She +swept the porches at home, and mother said she did it well, too. She did +so want to sweep the schoolroom when Amy Brown did, for there were +always two of the small girls, each sweeping half of the room. + +Day after day the teacher called the names of those who were to perform +the task. Day after day Dorothy listened with a fast-beating heart and +was disappointed. + +One day Lena swept almost the entire floor alone. She was younger than +Dorothy, too, but she did her work so poorly that the teacher had to do +it over after Lena had gone. Dorothy knew, for she watched, hoping the +teacher would tell her to do it. + +At last one rainy day there were but a few at school, and those who were +there had recently swept the floor. As the teacher glanced around before +making the usual appointment, she looked at Dorothy, and Dorothy turned +red in the face with excitement. Perhaps the teacher thought the shy +little girl was afraid to be called on; anyway, she passed her by and +called on Lena Webb--Lena Webb and Amy Brown. + +Oh, oh! Dorothy could hardly keep from crying with disappointment, and +Lena came near crying because she was asked again so soon. + +Dorothy stayed, waiting for Amy to walk home with her, and of course she +watched the work. + +She looked with disapproval at the streaks of dust that Lena was +leaving, and finally she pointed them out to Lena. She was astonished +when Lena threw down her broom, and cried out, "You just sweep it +yourself, Dorothy Wenning!" + +Before the teacher could interfere Dorothy snatched the broom, +exclaiming--"All right--I just _love_ to sweep!" + +The teacher said nothing, but she noticed how evenly and clean Dorothy +was doing her work, and when the task was done she said to Dorothy, "My +dear, you have done so very well to-day that I am going to appoint you +and Amy to sweep again to-morrow." + +How happily and eagerly Dorothy skipped home to tell her mother that at +last she had been allowed to sweep the schoolroom floor. + +--_Written for Dew Drops by Mary A. Spaulding Hatch._ + + + + +LITTLE WHITE RIDING-HOOD. + + +In the New Year's box from Aunt Jo there was an unusually lovely present +for Leslie. It was really two presents: a beautiful warm white coat and +a black velvet hood, both trimmed with soft, white fur around the edges. + +Leslie was very happy, and hurried to put them on. + +"Oh, mother," she cried, looking at herself in the mirror, "I'm a Little +White Riding-Hood instead of a red one!" + +"So you are!" said mother laughing. "I hope Granny Wolf will not eat you +up." + +Leslie laughed, too, and clapped her hands. "Oh, I'll go and see Granny +Graham and play she is the wolf, only she is ever so much too kind to +eat anybody. I ought to have something nice to take her, mother, you +know Red Riding-Hood did." + +[Illustration: _"Oh, I'll go and see Granny Graham and play she is the +wolf."_] + +Mother gladly packed a basket with doughnuts and red apples, but Leslie +was not satisfied. "I can take doughnuts any time, I'd like to take +some of the oranges from Aunt Jo's box." + +Mother looked a little surprised. "Are you quite sure you can spare +them, dear? You do not have oranges very often." + +"I'd like to," Leslie insisted earnestly. "I don't believe Red +Riding-Hood was selfish, and I'm sure White Riding-Hood doesn't want to +be." + +So mother put in three big yellow oranges, and Leslie ran down the hill +with her basket. Granny Graham was a tiny, sweet old lady who lived in a +tiny cottage at the foot of the hill. + +Leslie knocked at the door and a pleasant voice called, "Come in." +Leslie opened the door and stood inside in her pretty furry things, +feeling quite nice and shivery over even playing that Granny was a wolf. + +"Good-morning, Granny," she said, "I'm Little White Riding-Hood." + +"Good-morning, my dear," said Granny, smiling, "how nice you look." + +"Oh, Granny," cried Leslie, "'what bright eyes you've got!'" + +Granny's bright eyes twinkled with fun as she answered, "'The better to +see you with'." + +Leslie giggled; that was just the way it went in the story. "'Oh. +Granny,'" she went on playing, "'what long ears you have!'" + +"'The better to hear you with,'" answered Granny; which was all very +funny because the ears peeping out from under Granny's cap were tiny +like the rest of her, and did not hear any too well at best. + +After that, Leslie held her basket a bit tighter and said, "'Oh, Granny, +what sharp teeth you've got!'" + +"'The better to eat you with,'" laughed Granny, "I'm sure you look quite +sweet enough." + +Leslie ran over and put the basket in her lap. "The oranges are +sweeter," she said, "please eat those instead." + +"All right," Granny agreed, "if you will give me a kiss with them, that +will be next best to eating you." + +In her heart, Leslie thought it was much better, and while Granny Graham +ate one of the oranges they both decided that the story of Little White +Riding-Hood had a much pleasanter ending than the old one in Leslie's +book. + +--_Written for Dew Drops by Marion Mallette Thornton._ + + + + ++---------------+ +| | +| Knowledge Box | +| | ++---------------+ + +Musical Hespie and Her Play. + + +Little Hespie, the wood mouse, sang sometimes as long as nine minutes. +Her song usually came forth when she was at play, or exercising in some +way. One time she became especially delighted because her wheel squeaked +when she turned it. You know how pleased a boy is when his hobbyhorse +creaks. So Hespie, too, enjoyed the new noise; but it so drowned her +pretty little warble that a drop of oil was put in the wheel to stop the +creaky sound. + +Poor Hespie became quite excited over this change, and bit the wires of +her wheel. So a plan was made to soothe poor mousie's feelings. A small +strip of stiff paper was placed in such a way that it hit the wheel +every time it turned and so made a nice little noise. Hespie forgot her +trouble and worked at the wheel joyously, making the paper noise and +singing her pretty song at the same time. + +If Hespie had not had her wheel to play with, her life would have been +quite dull. One time her wheel was corked up so that she could not go +inside. She became quite angry and ran in and out of her bed-box, hardly +knowing what to do. Her rage did not last long, however, and she was +soon frolicking about the cage and singing. The song sounded at first +like the cooing of a dove; then it changed to quick notes more like the +cuckoo; and, after that, the noise was like the tapping of Mr. +Woodpecker on a tree. + +One of Hespie's favorite games, which she played with the children, they +called "hauling in the lines." She seemed never to grow tired of it. The +children would hold a long cotton cord, while Hespie sat upon her hind +legs and pulled it in like a sailor, hand over hand. Then the children +would pull it out again just to see her pull it in. + +Happy little Hespie often sang when she ate. One day a small twig with +insects' eggs on it was handed to her. She sat up straight in her +cunning way, took the twig in her hands, and held it in her mouth. While +she nibbled, she sang; so that she looked very much like a little +musician playing a fife. + +--_Written for Dew Drops by Susanne C. Umlauf._ + + + + +When we wish to help others, it is wonderful how many ways open before +us. + + + + +OUR LESSON.--For Feb. 22. + + * * * * * + +PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK. + + * * * * * + +Title.--Faith Destroying Fear.--Luke 12:1-12. + +Golden Text.--Every one who shall confess me before men, him shall the +Son of man also confess before the angels of God.--Luke 12: 8. + +_Beginners Golden Text._--_He careth for you._--1 Peter 5: 7. + +Truth.--Jesus claims as friends before the angels of God those who claim +him before men. + +1. The people loved to listen to Jesus as he taught them. + +[Illustration] + +2. Sometimes they crowded so closely around him that they trod upon one +another. + +3. One day in a crowd like this Jesus spoke to his disciples quietly. + +4. He warned them to beware of some of those in the crowd who would like +to teach them things that were not true. + +[Illustration] + +5. Jesus said people who tried to hide their evil ways and pretend to be +good were hypocrites. + +6. He warned them that nothing can be hidden from God. + +7. In the end those who try to deceive are found out. + +[Illustration: Be Sure Your SIN Will FIND YOU OUT] + +8. Jesus said God knows and loves us. + +9. He loves even the little birds and all things that he has made. + +10. Jesus said five sparrows are sold for two farthings, yet God does +not forget one of them. + +[Illustration] + +11. God loves and cares for us his own dear children, and Jesus said +that even the hairs of our head are numbered. + +12. Jesus told his friends to fear no one but do right and trust God. + + * * * * * + +QUESTIONS. + +What is the Golden Text? + +What is the Truth? + +1. To whom did the people love to listen? + +2. How closely did they sometimes crowd around him? + +3. What did Jesus do one day in a crowd? + +4. Of whom did he warn them to beware? + +5. Who did Jesus say were hypocrites? + +6. What can be hidden from God? + +7. Who are found out? + +8. Who knows and loves us? + +9. What else does he love? + +10. What does God not forget? + +11. Who loves and cares for us, and what did Jesus say about the hairs +of our head? + +12. What did Jesus tell his friends to do? + + * * * * * + +LESSON HYMN. + +_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat). + + Love and honor God will give + Unto all who try to live + True and faithful to their Lord, + Keeping his most holy Word. + + * * * * * + +Title of Lesson for March 1. + +Trusting in Riches and Trusting in God.--Luke 12:13-34. + + * * * * * + +Golden Text for March 1. + +Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.--Luke 12:34. + + * * * * * + +Beginners Golden Text for March 1. + +_He careth for you._--1 Peter 5:7. + + + + ++----------------------+ +| | +| Thoughts for Mothers | +| | ++----------------------+ + +Encourage Your Child to Read. + + +As early as possible let your children be encouraged to read, and see +that they are provided with books and papers adapted to their capacity +of mind. Some parents, be it said to their shame, consider money spent +in this way as unnecessary or even wasted. A more erroneous idea of +economy never existed. Books are great educators. A mother should be +more careful to provide her children with good books than fine clothes; +should spend more time in teaching and training them than in decking +their bodies for show and display. Mothers, if you are obliged to +practice economy, do not commence to save in your children's books and +papers; let it be in something else first. While, however, the mind is +being trained and improved, care should be taken that the spiritual part +is not neglected. While your children are reading books by various +authors, have a care that they do not neglect the reading of the Bible, +the Book of books. + + + + ++--------------------------+ +| | +| Advice to Boys and Girls | +| | ++--------------------------+ + +Treat Them Kindly. + + +Most of us are fond of pets, and it would be hard to find the boy or +girl who didn't want either a dog or a kitten. It is small wonder, for a +dog is a very faithful friend, and anything more delightful than a tiny, +fluffy kitten, full of fun and spirits, it would be hard to find. But +sometimes these pets do not have a very easy time of it. Only a few days +ago we saw a little boy out on the sidewalk with his kitten. He was +enjoying himself, but the kitten wasn't, for he would pick it up and +throw it across the yard, till poor pussy mewed pitifully. Now, if our +boys and girls are going to have pets, they ought to learn to treat them +very kindly, just as they would wish to be treated themselves. + +You may think, perhaps, that your dog belongs to you, and for that +reason you can do with him just as you please. But do you ever stop to +consider that Rover or Don may not enjoy being kicked and beaten and +pulled about any more than you would if you were in his place? That is +something that we must think about. We might have been born helpless, in +the power of other and larger creatures. But it has pleased our Father +to make us what we are, and to give us the power over his other +creatures, and for that reason we should be very kind and gentle with +them. He wishes us to be merciful, and so we have his promise that those +who are merciful shall have mercy shown them, if ever they come to be in +need of it. And then, that it may be very plain to us, he tells us that +"the merciful man is merciful to his beast." That means that he is kind +and gentle to all the creatures that he has anything to do with, to his +horse and his cow, to his dog, and even to the tiny kitten that ties +itself up into a ball, chasing its own tail. Isn't this promise worth +trying for? + + + + +[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail +Matter.] + +Price Of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents +per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address, + +David C. Cook Publishing Co., Elgin, Ill. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14148 *** |