"What do you s'pose our basket holds? Give guess one and two. You'll never think, so I must tell: It's full of love for you." "And to whom are you going to give the two prettiest ones?" asked mother. An earnest look came into Arthur's eyes. "I fought I'd send the little-girl one to that lame boy at the corner. I don't know him very well, but he looks kind of lonely, you said, mother. Don't you s'pose he'd like it?" Mother nodded. "And who is to have the other?" A little hand stole into mother's, and two brown eyes full of love were lifted to mother's face. "That is for you," he said. * * * * * "BOB'S LOST HIS TEMPER." Uncle Will, visiting in the family, heard this remark quite often. One day he said to Bob: "I think it rather a fortunate loss, don't you?" "What?" asked Bob, in surprise. "It wasn't a very good one, you know. If I were you I'd try to get a better one, and then never lose it." Good advice for Bob. * * * * * GOING ALONE. "I'm afraid will have to go alone this morning, Harlis," said mamma. "My head is getting worse instead of better. You think it will be all right for Harlis to go, don't you, papa?" Mrs. Wentworth looked up inquiringly into the face of a tall man who had just entered the room. "Certainly. He is big enough, and knows the way. Why not let him go?" her husband answered. Harlis was quite proud to hear that opinion, and adopting something of his papa's emphatic tone, he said, "Of course, I'm big enough, mamma. Willie Nelson goes every single Sunday alone, and he isn't only two weeks older than I am. You needn't worry a bit. I'll take Esther, too, if you want me to. I'll take care of her." Mamma smiled a little as she answered, "No, dear, I thank you just the same, but Annie will take care of Esther this morning. If I let you go alone, you must promise to go straight to Sunday-school." "Yes, mamma," answered Harlis, very willingly. Proudly he walked down the street. He felt sure everyone was noticing him. One of the newsboys ran past him and shouted, "Hello, little chap!" and grinned. Mamma had said, "Be a good boy, Harlis," before he left home. He couldn't help feeling how foolish it was for her always to say that, but he excused her with the thought that it was probably mamma-like to be a little anxious and worried about such things. "Harlis! Harlis!" Harlis was just entering one of the chief business streets through which he had to pass to reach the church. He turned and saw Willie Nelson running as fast as his little legs could carry him to catch up. "All alone?" Willie asked. "Yes." "So'm I. My mamma can't come to Sunday-school. She makes me go, though. I don't care much. Let's go this way." "No. I can't. Mamma said for me to go just the same way I always did. I promised." "Did you? My, I go the way I want to. This is just as good as any," he added cheerfully. "Let's look in here. Ain't that fine?"