Then there was another pause and some more rustling, whispering, and laughing, and some more curiously written and folded papers were dropped into the box. These are what the secretary read:-- I. I was coming home from school one day when I saw old Mr. Kelly trying to push his wheelbarrow of potatoes up the hill. He looked so weak that I thought I would help him, so I called Jim Byers, and we took hold of the wheelbarrow and wheeled it all the way to his door, where we emptied the potatoes into a barrel and put them away in the cellar. It was great fun! "No doubt, it was," said Miss Etta. II. Kittie always calls me names when she gets mad, and I always used to think of the worst I knew to call her in return; but I thought I wouldn't since I belong to the Do Good Society. So the next time she got mad, and began to call names, I said: "Don't, Kittie, dear, let's love each other. Here's a beautiful piece of lace to make a _fichu_ for your doll!" She hasn't called me names since. "Of course not; who could?" was the comment. III. I met four boys with cigarettes in their mouths one day. They all took off their hats to me, but I looked the other way, as if I did not see them. "Hallo," said one of them, "--is getting stuck up." "No, I ain't stuck up; but I've promised not to encourage the use of tobacco." The boys all laughed at me, but they threw away the cigarettes, for all that. "Who wouldn't be laughed at to accomplish such results?" IV. My sister will tag onto me, wherever I go. She wanted to go nutting with me and some other fellows. I was just going to tell her we didn't want babies, when I remembered the pledge, so I took her along. She picked up as many nuts as any of us. And she didn't cry a bit, even when she fell down and scratched her hand dreadfully. I sha'n't call her cry-baby any more. V. I work on a farm. The man I work for gives us beer sometimes. Last Saturday night he offered me some. I wouldn't take it. "Why?" said he. "Because I have promised to use my influence against the use of liquor. I can't drink it." VI. Four of us boys have given up swearing. It's hard work, though, sometimes--we're so used to it. "Yes, it's hard work to give up any bad habit," said Etta. "But God will help us if we ask him, and the sooner we begin, the easier it will be." VII. I wanted to buy, oh, such a lovely book! But I spent the money for crackers, and took them down to the poor little Ryans, whose mother is dead. I enjoyed seeing them eat them a great deal more than I should have enjoyed the book. VIII.