“Was it?” said mamma. “What did I give it to you for?”
“For the poor little girl.”
“You can put it back, but you must earn it,” she said.
“Oh, I will! I will!” Harlis was only too glad to do this. “And I'll never do so again, mamma.”
And his mamma felt sure he never would.
—Written for Dew Drops by Florence Maule.
THE LIGHT OF A SMILE.
If it drizzles and pours,
Is there any reason
The weather indoors
Should be dull, like the season?
There is something makes bright
The cloudiest places;
Can you guess? 'Tis the light
Of the smiles on your faces.
—Selected.