"Good Friends." "I wish I had some good friends, to help me on in life!" cried lazy Dennis, with a yawn.
"Good friends," said his master, "why you've got ten; how many do you want?"
"I'm sure I've not half so many; and those I have are too poor to help me."
"Count your fingers, my boy," said the master.
Dennis looked down on his big, strong hands. "Count thumbs and all," added the master.
"I have; there are ten," said the lad.
"Then never say you have not ten good friends, able to help you on in life. Try what those true friends can do, before you go grumbling and fretting because you have none to help you."
Now, suppose that we put the word talents, for the word friends, in this little story. Then, we may each of us hold our two hands before us, and say "here are ten talents, which God has given me to use for him. Let me try and do all the good I can with these ten talents."
THE BEST THAT I CAN.
"'I cannot do much,' said a little star,