ORDER FROM CONFUSION.
"So you are at your old business of telling stories, grandma," exclaimed Mr. Morgan.
Milly caught the old lady's hand, kissed it, and ran from the room.
After half an hour, her aunt found her in a grand hurly burly of clearing up. Her cheeks were brilliant with excitement as she cried out:
"Oh, Aunt Priscilla! I'm going to make my room look as nice as Emily's. I never knew before that only the heathen were so disorderly. That's the reason Emily is so neat, and has her drawers all fixed up, because she is so very good a Christian."
"But, Milly, it will take a day at least to restore your clothes to their places. Why did you not arrange one drawer, or one shelf at a time?"
"Because," answered Milly, her eyes sparkling, "I wanted to do it quick. Do you think when I'm done, Emily's grandma will look at it?"
"Yes, indeed, it was her story, then, that suggested such a grand overturn?"
"Yes, aunty; and I'm going to try real hard to keep my things in order."
"That's right, dear. Did grandma repeat to you this verse? 'Let all things be done decently and in order?'"