Your age? Let me think; I am not good at "guessing." Suppose I say twelve? Is that it? When you get the missionary society in good working order, send us a report of its doings.
Ella from Pennsylvania. It seems to be a very hard lesson for my Blossoms to learn—that of prompt obedience. It is well for the world that so many are working hard at it. As for doors, I have heard them slam when I did not think the wind was to blame. Hands can do wrong as well as feet and tongues. The truth is, all our body-servants need watching.
Bessie from Iowa. I shall have to tell you a story about Neddie. His brother Rob who loved him dearly, was tempted to tease him, occasionally, "just for fun!" One day he said in a frightened tone: "O Neddy! What is that great big bug on the back of your neck?" Poor Neddy was afraid of all kinds of bugs. He gave a quick little jump from the piazza where he stood, fell over backward, hit his head against a stone pillar, and never spoke again! Poor Rob! Doesn't your heart ache for him?
I once heard a good man say that "by-words" were side doors to profanity. What do you think?
H. E. from Kentucky. You have left me to guess your name. Well, I "guess" that it is Harrison Eleazar. Am I right? Never mind, you know your own name; see that you do credit to it. I like your pledge. It is a very common fault to speak ill of persons. I wish all the Pansies would take a resolution against it.
Jennison and Milton from Virginia. It gives me pleasure, my boys, to know that you enjoy your badges, and that they help you. I earnestly hope to hear that Warren and Jennison are able to wear theirs to all appropriate places; yet I confess I wouldn't like to think of them as being worn by boys who had not tried hard to do them honor. I expect to hear good news from you all, next time.
Albert from California. Obeying "after the third or fourth time," is sometimes obeying too late. It does me good to know that one more boy is resolved to cultivate the habit of prompt obedience. I know you will make a better man because of this. There was once a boy who had a sharp lesson on promptness. His uncle called two boys, Warren and Robert, to come to the yard at once; Warren went on the instant, but Robert waited to finish the page in the story he was reading. When he finally reached the yard, he found Warren seated on a pony's back, and he shouted out that the pony was his. "Yes," said his uncle, "I intended the pony for both of you; but since Robert did not come I concluded he did not want any pony; and gave it to Warren."
I think that was pretty hard. Don't you? But the truth was, Robert had such a habit of waiting awhile, after being called, that I suppose his uncle thought he needed a severe lesson.
Walter and Harry from Rhode Island. Two brothers, one of whom is to learn "patience," and the other means to "stop whining." Good resolves, both of them. A whining face is never a pleasant one; and as for patience, it is needed all the time to help us through this world.