We have a beautiful Pansy bed. We have about twenty-five Blossoms. Some are big, and some are little; some are golden color, and some are deep purple. When the Pansies meet, the Vice-President takes the P. S. roll book, goes to each Blossom and gets the record for the month. I have promised to be patient, and to speak kindly. Willie's pledge was to try to keep his temper; and his record was: "I forgot a few times, but it helped; and I mean to try harder." One dark Pansy promised to brush her teeth at least once a day, and not to be selfish.
The garden is growing very nicely; by and by we are going to plant new seeds. The last time we met we played a nice game; we all stood around the table, and fished with poles. The wee Blossoms were very much delighted.
Good-by,
President Hattie.
Dear Pansy:
As you seem to have room in your heart for all little girls, I will be one of the number. I enjoy your magazine very much. I am a cripple; I was injured by falling through a sidewalk. I had to lie in bed for thirteen months with a nine-pound weight attached to my limb, and it bandaged to a board. I have tried to be patient. Words of sympathy from my friends do me a great deal of good. I had a dream about you last night; I thought you were talking about "Little Fishers and their Nets." I do think Nettie Decker is the nicest and best Christian girl I ever knew! I don't admire "Lorena Barstow," but mamma says she is sorry to say there are many little girls like her. Dear Pansy, won't you come and see me? I will meet you at the train and take you to my home.
Your little friend, Helen.
DEAR MRS ALDEN