He can fight like a Knight For the Truth and the Right-- _That's one good thing he can do._ [Illustration] [Illustration: "He can march in the queue Of the Good and the Great, Who battled with fate And won through." _Painted for Princess Mary's Gift Book by Eugene Hastain_] [Illustration] He can shun all that's mean, He can keep himself clean, Both without and within-- _That's another good thing he can do_. His soul he can brace Against everything base, And the trace will be seen All his life in his face-- _That's a very fine thing he can do_. He can look to the Light, He can keep his thought white, He can fight the great fight, He can do with his might What is good in God's sight-- _Those are excellent things he can do_. [Illustration] Though his years be but few, He can march in the queue Of the Good and the Great, Who battled with fate And won through-- _That's a wonderful thing he can do_. And--in each little thing He can follow The King. Yes--in each smallest thing He can follow The King-- He can follow The Christ, The King. [Illustration [Illustration] ALTOGETHER DIFFERENT BY W. PETT RIDGE _Painting by_ M. E. GRAY _and Drawings by_ LEWIS BAUMER I KNEW a child who---- Some friends of mine have a daughter, and she---- Not very many years ago, I remember hearing---- Once upon a time--that is the proper way to begin this story--once upon a time there was a little girl, of about the usual age, who lived near to St. John's Wood Road Station, handy to Lord's cricket ground, and not far from the Zoological Gardens. You would think that any one who, in the summer, could look out of her window and see Mr. P. F. Warner batting, and in the winter was able to go any afternoon she liked, to watch the lions and tigers take high tea at four, ought to have been as happy as the days were long; cheerful even when the days were short. Yet she was not entirely satisfied; it may be said that her one failing was a spirit of discontent. When grown-ups are discontented, it is called ambition; but that is another matter. On a certain Tuesday evening in November it happened that she felt quite pleased with the world until about seven o'clock. Seven in the evening was the hour that frequently made her peevish. Nurse left her alone for a minute to see if everything was ready upstairs, and in that minute the little girl jumped on a chair and moved back the long hand. She was reading her picture-book with great interest when nurse returned. [Illustration] "Bless my soul!" cried nurse. "Quite thought it wanted ten to seven, and here it is only ten past six. I shall find myself in Colney Hatch before I'm much older."