It was a bright, sunny morning as Brother Littlejoy walked down the street toward the railway-station. But somehow the brightness of the morning was not reflected in Brother Littlejoy’s face. He seemed gloomy; his gaze rested upon the ground. As he entered the waiting-room, he saw a man with a smiling countenance, and he said to himself, “Why, there is Brother Joyful.” Brother Joyful, seeing Brother Littlejoy, hastened to him and shook hands with him warmly and said: “Good morning, Brother Littlejoy. What a fine morning this is! It seems that all nature is rejoicing in the spring sunshine. But, Brother Littlejoy, why do you look so gloomy this morning when everything else seems so bright?” “Oh,” said Brother Littlejoy, “I have so many troubles and worries and perplexities, so many trials and difficulties, that it seems I have little joy in my life. I never can understand how you are always so joyful. You always have a smile for everybody and never seem to have any of the worries and troubles that other people have. You seem to be, as Paul said, ‘always rejoicing.’ How I wish I were as you are! It certainly must be a happy life.” “Oh,” replied Brother Joyful, “I think I have my full share of the troubles of life. You know every one must expect them. We all have plenty of them, but that is not the cause of your trouble. It is not the number of trials and perplexities people have that keep them from being joyful; for some of the most joyful people whom I know have many cares, sorrows, and troubles. There is just one thing wrong in your case, Brother Littlejoy—you have not learned how to work God’s joy-machine.” “God’s joy-machine!” exclaimed Brother Littlejoy, “why, I did not even know that he had one. What do you mean by his ‘joy-machine’?” Brother Joyful laughed, and his eyes twinkled as he said, “Come over here and let me give you an object-lesson.” So they walked over to the side of the room where two machines were standing side by side. “You see this weighing-machine,” said Brother Joyful; “I will just step upon it and get weighed.” He stepped upon the platform of the machine, but the indicator remained at zero. “Why, it seems it does not work this morning!” “Of course not,” answered Brother Littlejoy, “you have to drop a penny in the slot before it will act.” Then Brother Joyful took a penny from his pocket and dropped it into the slot. The indicator immediately flew around on the dial. “One hundred and seventy-two pounds,” said Brother Joyful. “That is just what I weighed two weeks ago. Now let us try this one, and have some music.” So saying, he took a disk from the rack and adjusted it in the machine and pressed the lever, but nothing moved; no music came forth. “Why,” said Brother Littlejoy, “it will not play until you drop a nickel into the slot.” “Oh,” said Brother Joyful, “that’s the way!” He dropped a nickel into the slot, and the machine began sounding forth its melody.