“She does it by the help of her dog.”
“By the help of her dog!” exclaimed Minnie, laughing.
“Yes; she has a little dog, named Fido. She has so trained the little fellow that he brings home all the bones he finds in the street. These she hoards very carefully, sells them at a junk shop, and gives away the money.”
“That is a capital scheme,” said Minnie, clapping her hands, “but I should never have thought of it.”
“Perhaps not; but you may find other ways of gaining means to do good. If not, you can make smiles serve for sunbeams, and gentle words will do for gold.”
“It makes me so happy to be kind, aunt Amy, I think I shall try to be so always,” said Minnie.
“Do, my dear child, and be kind to every one with whom you have to do.”
“I must speak kindly to my enemies, too, mustn’t I, aunt?”
“Yes, Minnie, you must; for so Christ has taught us, you know. And there is nothing like kindness to change enemies into friends. It melts away their enmity when they see us returning their evil with good.”
“But suppose my heart won’t let me love them, aunt, what shall I do?”