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Carlotta sdt among her cushions., the whit-
est of hands resting upon the edge of her
chair, while her eyes, as blue as corn-
flowers, Jooked back at the newcomer with
sweet welco
“This is vehe. little lady of wonderful
stitches, Carlo,” said Janet, “the little
lady of wonderful. stitches—that’s’ what
Carlo calls you, Miss Day.”
Leona, with tears in her eyes, stooped
and lifted the young girl's dainty hand and
left a kiss upon the slim
“You dear! You dear!” ghe rsaid, holding-
the hand and answering back to the corn-
Eower eyes.
But Janet was busy by the little stove,
bringing hastily from the cupboard, dainties~
‘for their-luncheon. It was only. the work
of a minute before the repast rested on the
white cloth by Carlotta's chair.
“You ‘have helped me so much,” said
Carlotta. .
“You see, Miss Day,” said Janet. as
she placed a chair for her visitor and took
one herself, with Carlotta between the two,
“Carlo is so ambitious to'earn money. She ©
has such a knack of doing things. All I
have to do is to get the idea and then she
carries it out. Of course, she cannot go to
see the different patterns, but I see them
for her, and tell her about them, and I told
her about the rest of the yoke.”
Carlotta, turning to take the china plate
that was placed upon her cushion, said,
“It is just beautiful, Miss Day, the way >
you have taught Janet.”
“And it is just beautiful the way you
have worked out what I have taught you,”
said Janet proudly, Then she added, to
Leona, “As soon as you are through
with luncheon, you must see Carlotta’s
work,
“And now. dear, she said. patting
Carlotta’s little hand. as she placed some,
fruit beside the thin sandwich, ‘you must’
ae THE GIRLS’.
ag The Sunday
WILLING HELPERS CLASS, -PRESBYTERLAN
SUNDAY SCHOOL, MOKRICE, MICHIGAN.
The Willing Helpers Class connected
with the Presbyterian Sunday School
Morrice, Michigan. has within a year, com-
pleted the Intermediate Catechism and re-
ceived diplomas and Bibles from the Pres-
Willing Helpers Class, Presbyterian Sunday
chool, Morrice, Michigan.
byterian Sunday: School Board. . These
girls are faithful in attendance, and are
always willing and ready to do whatever
they find to do—[Mrs. W. H. Kirker,
TRUE BLUE CLASS, GR EGATIONAL SUN-
DAY SCHOOL, Canova SO. DAKOTA,
The True Blue. Class connected with
the Congregational Sunday School
Canova, South
organized in February, 1916.
4
TT A RRO
It is composed of girls from
the seventh and eighth grades.
Our class colors are white and
and
me-not.
Thursday, and
every other Thursday evening,
-at the home of our teacher,
Mrs. Lynde. We he!p the
missionary and Ladies’. Aid
Societies at their suppers, iby
waiting on table,
dishes, and the
week we entertain two other
classes, and we
True Blue Class, Gensresational Sunday School,
va, 8,
just let Miss Day have her luncheon, be-
cause her minutes are like gold, and ‘she
must get back to her work.”
When the meal was through. Miss Day,
rising, said, “Oh, it was such a nice
luncheon, and you are such dears!”
Carlotta laughed and said, ‘“‘ Janet can
get a meal in a flash.”
“ And Carlotta can make her needles fly
in a flash,” said Janet.
. Looking at, the one among the cushions,
Leona said, “I am coming just as often
as you want me, to show you some of the
new things the girls are making.”
Janet's eyes were bright, as she said
proudly, “ There are a great many, you see,
Miss Day, who like to have Carlotta make
things for them.”
can imagine so,” said Leona, “and -
she shall have plenty of yvarzety for her cus-
tomers.” Leona stooped and left a kiss on
Carlotta’s soft cheek.
It was a wonderful day for Carlotta, and
a wonderful one for Janet and Leona.
-Back among the beautiful silk flosses and
ske‘ns of brightly hued wools, Leona saw
again the eyes of Carlotta- looking up at
her, She drew a long breath, and mur-
mured. * Was I just as kind to Janet as I
coukl ave been?’ Then came the wish,
she had teld me!” And a tear
dropped unnoticed among the skeins of
wool.
——
© Life is a mirror; if you frown at it, it
frowns back; if you smile, it returns the
greeting. —Thackeray,
‘
tained by one of these classes
at a Tlalloween party last
year.— [Class Member.
“ BO-BEN-CIR ” CLUB, BOWMANVILLE, ILL.
The girls of Class Number Seven of the
Bowmanville Congregational Sunday
School, of which there are twelve in num-
ber, ranging in ages from ten to twelve
years. have organized a club, called the
Bo-Ben-Cir,” meaning Bowmanville Bene-
fit Circle. They elected Phyllis Turner,
resident: Dorothy Neunfeldt,
vice president; Frances Haual,
secretary; and Irma Johnson,
treasurer. Business meetings
held once a month.
girls are also members of the
Sunday-school girls’ choir. Re
cently this club started a cam-
paign to raise funds to help in
the Building Fund to rebuild the
Bowman ‘ville Congregational
Church which was destroyed by
fire. An entertainment followed
by a social time was given, and
ten dollars was made. The mem-
bers of the club gave their
of
was
were enter--
COMPANION.
School Class
SERVICE CLUB, CONGREGATIO? AL
SCHOOL, BILLERICA, MA)
Our Sunday-school class of girls ranging
GLAD
SUNDAY
of in ages from twelve to fifteen years, de-
cided to form a club. We chose a name
which indicates on willingness to work for
others. Tur:
Ilaze Ss president:
Bute Dale. "secretary: Doris
Hopkinson, treasurer; Mrs. Parker,
directress and’ teacher,
our first work was the making of
scrapbooks for the canal boat
children. Seven books full of love-
ly pictures and cards were sent, to
New York City, together with 160
post cards in-attractive envelopes.
Also one dozen comfort bags con-
taining first-aid supplies were sent
to the Seaman’s Friend Society,
ton, which holds forty dimes. This
is one share toward the new kinder-
Chinese children in
We also made
May baskets last May for the sick
and shut-ins. We are encouraged
ur “Glad Service” for the
Master by many letters of thanks.—[Club
Member.
Helpful to Next Sunday's Lesson
“WHEN ENID FORGOT TO SMILE.
By HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH
HY, where’s Enid? Isn’t she coming to
luncheon? I wonder if she’s sick.”
The vacant place at one of the long tables
in the school dining-room was responsible for
more of an impression than is usually made
by an empty chair, WUeads of many colors,
black, brown, gold and auburn, turned to
look in its direction. Explanations of all kinds
were offered. Perhaps Enid would be down
in a minute. Verhaps she had got to study-
ing, and hadn‘ t speara the bell) Perhaps she
was not feeling
“I believe something is the matter.” The
girl who sat opposite Enid's chair was re-
sponsible for this Stagement, made with the
utmost positiveness. ‘‘ Enid got-some letters
this morning before the nine o'clock class, and
haven’t seen her smile since.”
Another girl, a few seats away from the
first speaker, corroborated her. ‘Yes, that’s
so, Janet. have history with her at ten
o'clock, you know, and she didn’t smile once,
all that hour, not once.”
Emily Barnes, a newcomer in the school,
looked up with a laugh. Then meeting only
serious looks, she disguised the laugh as a
cough. But her curiosity would not allow
her to be silent.
“Well, what if she didn’t? I don’t think
it’s very much not to smile in history class.
I don’t believe I ever do. I just hate h
tory,” added Emily, by way of explanation.
The others looked at her, but it was eyi-
dent that her words had failed to make an
impression. ‘“Oh,. of course,” replied the
girl who had said she was in Enid’s history
teacher,- Miss. Agnes Swanson, a
vacation, by taking turns in
teaching the class on Sundays.
The Red and Blue Contest which has been
started is a great help in-building up the
class, Great interest is being taken in it.
The object of the club is to do its “bit”
toward making the Sunday-school better
and bigger. Credits are given to the side
bringing a new scholar to the class or Sun-
day-school. The side losing in the contest
treats the winners to a banquet. Attend-
ance is good at Sunday-school—A “ Com-
rade.”
“ Bo-DBen-Cir ” Club, Bowmanville, Miinois.
class. “I often don’t feel like smiling my-
self, but Enid's different.
A little murmur: went the rounds. Ap-
parently if there was one subject on which
the girls were agreed, it was this “ differ-
ence” of Enid’s.
“She isn't always smiling, of course,” the
speaker continued, ‘but she looks as if she
was ready to smile every minute. And if
you look at her, and she catches your eye,
the smile comes bursting out HMke the sun
coming from under a cloud, . No, that's not
right, because there are no clonds,”
“but I
Some of.
‘mingled amusement and vexation.
NOVEMBER 10, (1917.
“It's like the sun rising in the morning,”
said another . girl,” further down - the line,
“when the sky is all pinky and gold, and you
$ is coming before you see it.”
This simile seemed to satisfy ev vers body.
“Yes, that’s it,’ some one else said.
never wis up early enough to see the ‘nriae,
know it must be that way.” A Jlaugh
followed, and then, with one accord the
began talking of the explanation of Enid's
unaccustomed gravity.
“Nothing has happened here at school. to”
make her feel bad,” one of Enid’s friends said
positively. “It must have been something
in one of: those letters that came this morn-
ing.” .
The girl who sat at the end of the table,
next the teacher, turned impulsively, ‘ Oh,
Miss Reynolds,. please, may I go to id's
room and see what’s the matter with her?)
Miss Reynolds glanced at her watch, “ Why,
yes, Flora. It’s beginning to look as if she
were not coming down. See she’s feeling
sick.”
As Flora hastened on her errand,
Barnes looked
Emily .
after her with a feeling of
It secmed
to ber that she had never heard anything so
absurd as the. fuss they were all making.
Suppose a girl hadn’t smiled for a. forenoon! .
What of that. To assume that there was a
serious explanation back of her
absurd, from Emily’s standpoint.
Enid bad not smiled because she had not
felt like it. That was simple enough,
Flora was gone some time, so long that the
waitresses were bringing in the dessert before ©
she returned. She dropped into the chair
with Baep, to show how i
“What is it, FB tora?” exclaimed Miss
nolds, looking alarmed.
“Why, her brother Frank got a bad fall
and he has been unconscious ever since,
They’ve taken him to the pete and the
doctors are going to operate to-d:
“Door child!” cried Miss hepnatas,
wonder she forgot to. smile for once.
she coming down to luncheon, Flora?”
“No, Miss Reynolds, she said she just
couldn’t eat. She's been eryi mg and now her
head aches. She's going: to lie down till time
for the afternoon classe:
The talk for the remainder of the meal
concerned only. Enid and her anxiety. But
Emily ate her dessert without thinking much
of what: was being said. Mer thoughts were
absorbed with the singular impression that
had been made upon Enid’s schoolmates by
Enid’s gravity during a single forenoon. and
the odd part was that they had been right in
their conjecture that the explanation was @
serious one,
“T wonder how long it would take {hem io
notice that I wasn’t smiling,” Emily
“No
Isn't
mented on the gra vity of her look, ‘she
sumed that it was interpreted as due to s
pathy for Enid.
id appeared at her afternoon Classes as
usual, though ‘her teachers were perfectly
willing to excuse her. She showed strain
of the morning plainly in her pale fae
tremulous lips. Emily. reflected there was
little chance that her new program of not
smiling would be commented on at present.
Every girl in school looked as serious ax she
herself. In the universal sympathy for Enid's
trouble, no one thought of smiling.
It was a different matter when Enid’s tele-
gram came. It arrived when recitations were
over for the day, and the girls were on the
playground. Enid was called to the Office, and
ne roommate, Katharine Graves, went _With
er.
Katharine was back in five minutes, and
her beaming countenance told the good news
before she spoke a word. “It* 's all right,
girls,” she fairly shouted. “ Ifrank came
through the operation splendidly, and
doctor says be’ll be all right in a little while,”
And whatever else she had to say, was los st
in a hubbub of rejoicing. °
Emily rejoiced with the others, but she
did not forget her resolution.
her lightness of heart,
preternaturally solemn.
| her,
Taven't yo
beard that Enid'’s brother got. through ‘the
operation nicely?” But no one commented
on her looks, and in addition to its expres-
sion of artificial solemnity, Emily's face por-
trayed a trace of very real annoyance,
By the next morning she was beginning
to be tired of looking serfous. It was a
bright, heantiful day, and she longed to meet
it with smiles. but- her determination had
been aroused. She had said that she would
not smile again, till some one noticed that
she was not smiling, and she meant to stick
hat resolution, cost what it might. She
ate her breakfast wearing an air of artiiivial
xloom, but nos one asked her if her head
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ached. She went through her classes with a
demeanor appropriate to one bowed down
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