THE water in the kettle decided to take a sail one day. What do you think was its boat? Why, the soft, balmy air. What kind of a dress do you think it wore? A beautiful white one made of vapor. Where do you suppose it sailed to? Away to Cloudland. It remained away several days. When it came back it had changed its dress, and then everybody said, “It is raining.”
MISSIONARY SUNDAY.
“FORGOT my nickel,” mumbled the boy with the gold watch.
“Spent all my money yesterday,” laughed the one with the spike-toed shoes.
“Saving up to buy a ’bike,’” said the one with his hands in his pockets.
The envelope passed around the class and came back with six cents. Everybody knew who put in that nickel and penny. It was the boy who earned sixty cents a week on a newspaper route. His trousers were too short for his fast-lengthening legs, and his carefully polished shoes showed a break here and there; but one-tenth of his earnings was given without fail into the Lord’s treasury.