"The other day," said Miss Lee, "someone gave me a rose. It was an American Beauty. I put it in a vase in the parlor. There it stood, tall and straight, with its green leaves like lovely garments around it, and the crimson flower, like a beautiful crown above. Yes, there it stood, and never said a word. It never said, 'I am sweet.' or 'How fragrant my breath is!' not once. But everyone who came into the room, even when it happened to be dark, knew that the rose was there. Why?" "It was so sweet. They smelled it," cried the class in chorus. "Yes, that was it. By being sweet--not by saying, 'I am sweet'--it made itself known in the room. Now, see how sweet and loving and thankful and patient and thoughtful you can be this week. Think about being, instead of doing." The next Sunday they talked over the week. "I tried to be thankful and to say 'thank you,' when I ought," said Margie, "'cause mamma says so much to me about that. It was hard to remember always, but I tried." "I tried not to be cross with Rex," said Ruth. "He gets my things and I don't want him to. Sometimes I kept from being cross and sometimes I didn't. Once I slapped him, but I was sorry right away, and kissed him. Then he didn't cry." "To be sorry the minute we do wrong is one way to grow better," said Miss Lee. "Don't be discouraged." "Mamma said yesterday when she took Jack in the carriage and left me," said Grace, "that if I would make Nettie contented and happy, it would be better than anything I could do for her. So I played tea party with her, and was happy after a little minute, and mamma said 'Thank you!' when she came back. Then I was gladder still." "I seemed to have a chance to be sorry for people," said Fanny. "Mrs. Bailey, next door, had lots of trouble, and I went in and said softly, 'I'm so sorry. Mrs. Bailey!' and she said, 'That helps a great deal.'" After all this talk, and more words from Miss Lee, the girls made up their minds to keep on trying to please by being right, and being bright, and they found, as others may, that there is no surer way to give help and to do right. SCHOOLTIME ANYTIME. When you have a hard lesson what do you do with it? Fret and complain over it? Look for someone to help you with it? Or do you brace up and tackle it bravely, bringing all your best effort to it. When the School Yard was White Ellen D. Masters Snow did not cover the school yard at Hamlet so often as not to cause a great deal of excitement among the boys and girls, especially a deep snow--deep enough for making snowballs and forts and snowmen. So the day after the big snow that fell there one night, Mr. Newman, who had charge of the third grade boys of the Hamlet School, found it a hard day to keep order in his room; and a good many of the boys got low marks for the first time that term. How they did hate to leave the white school yard when the bell would put an end to the short recesses!