When Christmas morning came Mrs. Bly cut off one of those lovely roses and put it in a vase. She carried it to a poor old lady across the hall who was ill in bed, and it made her glad.
So you see little Lucy made three people happy that Christmas day—the sick old lady, Mrs. Bly and herself.
Mrs. C. M. Livingston.
FROM THE HEART.
ON the eve of Christmas,
Ready each for bed,
And with heart most anxious,
Bends each little head,
While the prayer was whispered