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"OH, Roy, do look! The loveliest box
of books has come for me! I believe auntie
must have sent them from the city."
"It was some one who knew what a
little bookworm you are anyhow," said Roy,
looking up from the arithmetic exercises he
was trying to figure out. Nobody would
send me books; I hate them."
But there are the loveliest stories in
them," said Doris. "There is a story of a
good man who went to a country a long
way off and taught the people to leave off
worshipping images and to be kind to their
children; and everybody loved him. I 'd like
you to be a great man like that, Roy."
Put all such foolish day-dreams out of
your head, little sister. I '1 just be a com-
monplace man; that's all I'm ever made for."
But Roy thought again of his little sis-
DORIS AND ROY.
Sunnyside was the name of the little
country town where Doris and Roy lived.
Just how it had come by its name no one
seemed to know, but the children thought it
was the right name. No doubt they had a
great deal to do with its being the sunny cor-
ner of the world that it was.
It was at the Thornleys' home that the
sunshine first established itself.
One evening mamma found her boy sit-
ting alone in a very unhappy mood.
"Why, Roy, what can be the matter?"
"Oh it's been a horrid day," he replied.
" Nobody did what I wanted them to do, and
everybody did what I did n't want done."
"Let me tell you of a plan which will
make the days bright for you, no matter
what the weather is. Begin to-morrow to
do something to make some one else happy
Just then Doris and Gwyn came in, and
to them also mamma told the plan.
Doris, for one, did not forget the new
Etta Stone and her cousin Lettie had
come to spend the afternoon, with their dol-
lies, Miss Dorothy and Beauty. Doris' doll
Pearl was also brought out, and each in turn
became a fairy princess, a duchess, or a plain
Miss with her change of dress.
"I think it would be nice to do something
for somebody else instead of only playing for
ourselves," said Doris; "mamma told us
about making other people happy."
How ? What for ?" asked Etta.
By doing something for them."
But what could we.do.?" Lettie asked.
We could do for somebody else the same
that we do for ourselves," Doris answered.
" Mamma told me of a missionary who
could n't afford any toys or pleasures for his
little girl, and I'd like to send her a dollie.
We could make clothes for her."
"Me. too," chimed in Gwyn from her
hiding-place under the sofa.
Etta and Lettie went home with a new
kind of happiness stirring in their hearts.
The thought of doing something for some-
body was a new and pleasant one.
As for Doris, she was happier still; she
was beginning to find how much pleasure
mamma's plan could bring, and as it would
be best to consult with Mrs. Thornley about
their scheme, she had hastened to find her
mother, and relate the results of the after-
Mrs. Thornley suggested that a little girls'
missionary society should be organized.
I would like to work just for little girls,"
said Doris, "and be missionaries to other
Mrs. Thornley thought this also an excel-
lent idea, and before many days the society
was an established fact, with Etta for its
President, Doris its Vice-President, Lettie,
its Treasurer, and three other girls as mem-
bers. A place was also found for Gwyn, as
we shall see.
THE MISSIONARY GIRLS.
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What is this bright-eyed, happy little girl
She has a secret that she is keeping all
to herself. She is writing a letter just as
She thought that it was too bad not to
let the little girl know that they were going
to send her a dollie, so she would write her-
self, and tell her to keep it a secret.
Just as she was getting along as she
thought famously, mamma came in.
"And what is my little girl doing now?"
Oh, mamma, I'm writing a letter to the
little girl who has no dollie; it will make her
But she cannot read such a funny letter
Gwyn's happy face was downcast.
Never mind, you shall send her a nice
letter, and mamma will hold your hand.
Gwyn will have to be corresponding secre-
tary of the society, I think !"
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THE LITTLE SECRETARY.
Roy, for his part, was not showing himself
less eager to carry out his mother's suggestion.
Algie Macgregor had already noticed
that he did n't get hateful and fight with the
boys as he used to.
Doris talks about being missionaries to
little girls; I guess the boys need missionaries
too," he had said to himself.
Only that afternoon as he was passing
through the wood repeating to himself his
watch word, Do something for somebody
quick!" he saw one of the Burton boys lying
against a tree stump.
"There is a 'somebody,'" he said to him-
self, who needs a friendly hand."
Boys been hurting you, Dick ?" he
"Yes, and I can't get home; my foot's
lame. Mother'll be angry that I went with
Roy's kind words soon pacified him, and
with his help they soon reached the Burtons'
It was missionary afternoon," and seven
little girls made up the circle.
The first question to decide had been
how to dress the doll for the missionary's
"Let's make her like mamma's picture
on the wall" cried Doris.
Yes, yes," answered a chorus of voices,
"and call her Miss Priscilla, after Mrs.
Thornley," added Lettie.
To-day Miss Priscilla stood in the corner
of the large chair, a silent guest, while the
Roy and four of his boy friends had
formed a branch society to help the girls,
and here to-day was a beautiful dolls' house
which they had made and painted brown and
gold. There were wardrobes also made of
boxes with a row of hooks inside, and sofas
all ready for the girls to cover.
"We must have cushions on the sofa and:
floor, just as in auntieso town house," said
"Nurse told us that after the sun had
shone all day in the sky it went to God to
tell him what the children had been doing,"
said Gwyn very seriously, as she sat with her
mother one evening. "Do you think the
sun sees and knows, mamma ?"
If it does n't there is some one who does,
Is that God?" asked Gwyn. I think
I like rainy days best. I don't want God to
know when I am naughty and cross. Does
he always know ?"
He tells us that his eyes run to and fro
over all the earth, and that nothing is hidden
Something seems to make me naughty
sometimes," sighed Gwyn, "and how shall I
ever be a missionary ?"
We will ask Jesus to take the naughty
out of our hearts," her mother answered.
Mamma, whenever I see the sun I shall
think God is looking at me; it will make me
Please give me a flower !" cried a little
black-eyed, frowzy-headed girl, as she dropped
her apology for a doll and ran up to Etta,
who was entering the doorway of her aunt's
Etta had gone back with Lettie to spend
a few days in the city, and had just bought
some flowers to take home to her sick cousin.
Smiling at the little girl's eager face, she
placed some flowers in her tiny outstretched
hands. Each one might have been a dia-
mond, to judge from'the child's delight, and
no doubt they were much more precious to
her than diamonds would have been.
Later in the evening Etta said, Lettie,
when I go home I'm going to have a garden
just for the city children, and I can send
flowers to you to give to them."
"I think Etta has come here to make
missionaries of us all," said her older cousin
Yes, we can do something for the city
girls and boys now," Lettie added.
Mind and do n't let the children get into
mischief while I'm gone, Joe," said his mother
as she locked the door upon the four.
They all listened until her footsteps could
no longer be heard on the stairway, and then
began to wonder what they could do to
Bess' sharp eyes had already travelled
into every corner in search of something
wherewith to pass the time. At last they
lighted on a dish of apples the mother had
placed on the top of the cupboard.
"Say, Joe, mother's left a dish of apples
yonder; guess she thought she'd put them
there so we could n't get them," said Bess.
Guess we will get them though," an-
swered Joe, and you can help me."
Just as the apples were within Bess' i each
their mother entered!
Bess was the little girl who begge the
flowers from Etta, and this was the home to
which Lettie and Madge came first in begin-
ning their city work.
"We must get those children into the
Mission Sunday-school, Lettie," Madge had
said on their walk to Mulberry Alley.
On arriving at the alley they found a
group of boys talking together. "Is this
where Bess Berry lives ?" Madge asked.
Yes," answered one of the boys; but
she's out with mother now."
Will you tell me what your name is ?"
My name 's Joe-Joseph correct."
Have you ever been to Sunday-school,
Dunno it by that name; what's it like?"
"There's lovely singing and you hear
beautiful stories there."
What kind o' stories ? About fighting
and ships and bears ?"
You will hear about heaven and a Sa-
viour who loves you, Joe," Madge answered.
I 'm too tough," replied Joe, as he turned
away; ask Fred there."
Next Sunday Fred appeared in the door-
way as the opening hymn was being sung.
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THE NEW SCHOLAR.
Old Pete depends on his basket-weaving
for his living. Many times the neighbors
wonder that he doesn't take to some less
solitary occupation. But when twitted on
his work he says, "Ay, but none of ye
know the secrets I have over my baskets
yonder; no doubt ye 'd be glad too if ye could
get the same amount of happiness out o'
But never did old Pete satisfy curiosity-
mongers, and there was but one who ever
learned his secret.
One day he told Doris they were for the
children at the seashore, who bought them
to carry their shells and pebbles in.
Do you love children, Uncle Pete?"
"Ay, child, I do more than that. Old
Pete thinks of the time when temptation will
come to the children, and as he weaves the
rods together he weaves many a prayer that
God will' keep the one who gets his basket
safe from sin and harm."
Grandma, I think old Pete must know
something about our plan," said Doris.
"Why, child, what makes you think so?"
He told me to-day that he prays for the
children who get the baskets he weaves, and
he says it makes him happy."
I wonder if we could n't find some hap-
piness in the same way! What do you think ?"
Oh could we pray for them too ?" Doris
I think we could pray for some in our
own circle. Is there not some one you know
who is not a Christian, that you could pray
There's Etta's sister Ruth," answered
Doris. "And then there's Algie, Roy's
friend. I believe Roy is trying to keep him
from going with the rough boys."
After a few moments Doris added,
"Grandma, let us tell Roy and Etta and
all our missionary girls about praying for
people. I 'm sure they would be glad."
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Benny was Roy's special charge; any
one who wanted to know how Benny was
would ask Roy.
Besides the pain of a crippled leg, Benny
had suffered much from unkindness and
neglect. His aunt, "for duty's sake," had
taken him into her home, but he was "only a
useless bairn," she said, and no use to no-
body." And then she died, and Benny was
indeed alone in the world.
Just then Roy heard of him and sug-
gested to his mother that they should do
something for him. We must find a pleas-
ant home for him, and you must take him as
your charge," she said.
"Do you think your mother would come
and teach me out of the Bible sometimes ?"
Benny asked one day; "one of the boys was
telling me how beautifully she talked; he 's
one of her boys, he says."
For an hour every Sunday afternoon
Mrs. Thornley teaches Benny, and he thinks
that is the golden hour of the week.
BENNY'S GOLDEN HOUR.
It had been a custom with Mrs. Thornley
to visit a Children's Home a few miles awaj,
and to-day Etta and Doris were to go with
On arriving at the Home they first vis-
ited the children in their play-room, who at
sight of Mrs. Thornley ran eagerly to the
railing which partitioned the large room, to
They were next shown the dining-room,
where the babies' table with its tiny kinder-
garten chairs delighted them. Then the
ward where the sick children lay in their
cots was visited.
Etta observed a few faded flowers on the
table by one little cot. The nurse told her
that that little child loved flowers, and in her
prayers that morning had asked God to send
her some more.
Could I send some, nurse ?" Etta asked.
Certainly, miss," nurse answered.
"And you can be one of God's messen.
gers to her," Mrs. Thornley added.
THE VISIT TO THE HOME.
Mother, if I can't go myself to be a mis-
sionary, I can send some one else. Benny
and I have decided that he's to be the mis-
sionary, and he's going to begin right here,
now that he can walk a little."
Roy and Benny had often talked of what
they should do.
My little sister wants me to be a great
man," Roy had said, "but father needs my
help in his business at home and I can't go
to foreign countries; but you can go for me,
A strong desire had grown in Benny's
heart to tell others about the Saviour who
had done so much for him, and who had
given him so many kind friends in his lone-
Across the road from his home lived
farmer O'Hara and his wife. There surely
was a house where the inmates knew noth-
ing of the Bible, and where he might go and
read to them about the Saviour. And on
the following Sunday he did so.
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BENNY BEGINS TO BE A MISSIONARY.
One morning as Etta was gathering her
basketful of flowers for the Home children,
her sister Ruth joined her.
I will go with you to the Home to-day
if you want company, Etta. I have taken a
notion to see what kind of a place this is
that you work so much for," said Ruth.
Etta was delighted. She had wished
many times that her sister would take an in-
terest in her work.
Perhaps Ruth had begun to realize the
emptiness of her life, and Etta's work had
shown her that she might, if she wished,
bring joy to others.
No doubt Doris' prayer was also being
Ruth's heart was touched by the sight of
the little invalid children. Etta, there is
something else we might do for them," she
said; "we might bring one at a time to our
home. The change of air and scene would
be better than medicine for them. I will
take care of them."
RUTH'S FIRST CONVALESCENT.
Have you seen the little girl at Benny's
home, Roy?" Doris asked as she removed
her coat and hat. It is his granddaughter,
Jessie, and she was crying dreadfully when I
went in and was very sad. Her canary bird
has died, and she was very fond of it.
Could n't we save our pennies and get
her another bird, Roy?" Doris continued
after a pause.
That's a good idea, and I have thirty
cents saved already," Roy answered. "And
we can keep our candy money instead of
spending it, and put it with our other
Uncle Peters was trying to comfort her,
and told her that as soon as he made enough
money he would buy another bird for her,"
Doris went on, "but he is poor, and we
could give them a surprise."
When we have enough pennies we will
tell mother," Roy said, and get her to help
us to choose the bird, and she will see that
we are trying to do as she said."
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Next time Etta saw Doris she said,
Guess what, Doris I We've got a new
Something' at our house !"
"What is it?" Doris asked eagerly.
"Why it's a Convalescent's Home, and
we're going to have children from the Home
sometimes and keep them until they get
well. The first little girl that came got well
and went home last week, and now a little
girl with a sore foot has come. We took
her down in the carriage to spend the after-
noon with Benny. Uncle Peters likes to
have children come there. We left her with
him while we went to find Benny."
"Can't she come and see me some after-
noon?" Doris asked, "and we can have all
our playthings out to amuse her."
Come and ask Ruth; she is the one who
is taking charge of the convalesce6ts," Etta
Ruth's permission was granted, and the
following week, on Nellie's birthday, Doris
had a birthday- party for her.
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NELLIE AT UNCLE PETERS'.
One morning Mrs. Thornley handed
Doris a letter.
"A letter, mamma! Why whom can it be
from ?" she exclaimed.
On opening it she found that it was from
her cousin Lettie. Two months ago their
father had been called to the far West, and
as he would be required to remain probably
for several years, he had taken his family
Lettie's letter was full of interest.
It seems like another world here," she
said, and there are so many Indians! We
see them walking about the town every day.
They are dressed in their blanket -cloaks,
and the squaws carry their babies on their
Madge said that there was opportunity
for us out here, and she is teaching some In-
dian children that she found playing near
our house the Bible stories. She says per-
haps our help is needed more here than in
Christmas-time was drawing near, and the
Sunnyside annual Christmas festival was to
be held on Christmas Eve, as usual.
This must be the best festival that we
have ever had," pastor Stone had said, "for
this year we have all our missionary girls and
boys to help us in preparing for it. "The
girls' nimble hands and willing feet will be
needed in preparing and twining the ever-
greens, and the boys will be called upon to
hang the festoons and nail the texts up. And
listen! There will be a Christmas-tree, and
any of you who want to give a present to any
poor boy or girl in the Sunday-school to
make a happy Christmas for them can have
it ready to hang on the tree."
"Is n't that lovely, Roy ?" Doris whis-
pered; we will have money enough to get
the canary this week, and then it can go on
When Pastor Stone called Jessie Harter's
name the cage was handed to Doris to give
THE CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL.
Six months or more have passed, and it is
harvest-time around Sunnyside.
Mrs. Thornley and her husband have
wandered out to the wood and are standing
for a moment to watch the sunset.
The golden sheaves of grain yonder
make me think of our dear children, hus-
band," Mrs. Thornley said. I think there
will be much golden grain gathered in for
the Master's garner from the seeds that they
have sown. How little I thought a year ago
that the plan we began would be fruitful of
so much good."
How much the world needs just such a
work as these children are doing. They are
learning to forget themselves and find their
happiness in helping others. Their hearts
are becoming enlarged in sympathizing with
others in their sorrows, and each one is hap-
pier and nobler for their effort," she added.
One thought has struck me greatly,"
her husband answered: "it is that of how
much greater value these children, and all
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children who are making similar effort, will
be to humanity than. those who spend their
youth only in seeking their own pleasure."
"And it is not only these individual
results that I think of," continued Mrs.
Thornley, "but by their influence, and
example many others are being interested
to do the same. The world would soon
reach an ideal state could all children begin
thus to spend their youth in helping others."
After a pause Mrs. Thornley added,
There is a great secret in each one hav
ing some definite work to do for God."
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