"For the future, my child," said the widow, "I hope you will always do just as you are told, whatever So-so may say." "I will, Mother," said little Joan. (And she did.) But the house-dog sat and blinked. He dared not speak, he was in disgrace. I do not feel quite sure about So-so. Wild dogs often amend their ways far on this side of the gallows, and the Faithful sometimes fall; but when anyone begins by being only So-so, he is very apt to be So-so to the end. So-sos so seldom change. But this one was _very_ soft and nice, and he got no cake that tea-time. On the whole we will hope that he lived to be a Good Dog ever after. THE TRINITY FLOWER. A Legend. "Break forth, my lips, in praise, and own The wiser love severely kind: Since, richer for its chastening grown, I see, whereas I once was blind." --_The Clear Vision_, J. G. WHITTIER. In days of yore there was once a certain hermit, who dwelt in a cell, which he had fashioned for himself from a natural cave in the side of a hill. Now this hermit had a great love for flowers, and was moreover learned in the virtues of herbs, and in that great mystery of healing which lies hidden among the green things of GOD. And so it came to pass that the country people from all parts came to him for the simples which grew in the little garden which he had made before his cell. And as his fame spread, and more people came to him, he added more and more to the plat which he had reclaimed from the waste land around. But after many years there came a Spring when the colors of the flowers seemed paler to the hermit than they used to be; and as Summer drew on, their shapes, became indistinct, and he mistook one plant for another; and when Autumn came, he told them by their various scents, and by their form, rather than by sight; and when the flowers were gone, and Winter had come, the hermit was quite blind. Now in the hamlet below there lived a boy who had become known to the hermit on this manner. On the edge of the hermit's garden there grew two crab trees, from the fruit of which he made every year a certain confection, which was very grateful to the sick. One year many of these crab-apples were stolen, and the sick folk of the hamlet had very little conserve. So the following year, as the fruit was ripening, the hermit spoke every day to those who came to his cell, saying:-- "I pray you, good people, to make it known that he who robs these crab trees, robs not me alone, which is dishonest, but the sick, which is inhuman." And yet once more the crab-apples were taken. The following evening, as the hermit sat on the side of the hill, he overheard two boys disputing about the theft. "It must either have been a very big man, or a small boy, to do it," said one. "So I say, and I have my reason." "And what is thy reason, Master Wiseacre?" asked the other.