“I wish Somebody would help me with this greeting for Mother’s Day,” said the boy named Billy. “I can’t think of anything; and we get marked on it in school, too.” “Upon whose work do you usually get marks?” asked Big Sister. “Why, my own, of course,” flashed Billy, “but this is different.” “It will be easy,” said Somebody, “if you will just think about Mother and write what you would like to say to her.” “Mom’s the best thing in the world,” said Billy, “but these are to be read aloud and the other fellows would call me sissy!” “When President Garfield was inaugurated,” said Somebody quietly, “the very first thing he did after taking the oath of office was to kiss his mother.” “With everybody looking on?” asked Billy. “Yes, with everybody looking on,” said Somebody. “That was his big and splendid way of telling everybody just what he thought of his mother and of thanking her for all the things she had done for him.” “Being his mother was enough,” said the boy named Billy, “what more did she do for him?” “His father died when he was just three years old,” said Somebody, “leaving his mother nothing in the world except a stony farm in the wilderness. She had to work the farm with the help of her eldest son, who was fourteen years old, and also do all the work of the house. Indeed, there was one summer when she lived on one scanty meal a day so that the children might have enough. This made a great impression on James, who resolved that when he grew up he would take great care of her. “Washington said he owed his success in life to his mother, who gave him his strict sense of honesty and fairness. “Napoleon said of his mother, ‘She watched over us with devotion, and allowed nothing but what was good and elevating to take root in our understanding.’ “Abraham Lincoln’s mother died when Abraham was ten years old, but she had taught him all she knew of reading, writing, and arithmetic, and also to take pains with everything he did, and to love God and fear no man. “Although Lincoln never forgot his own dear mother, it was to his father’s second wife that he often said he owed his success, as she almost moved heaven and earth to give him an education.” “Have we always had Mother’s Day?” asked Billy. “No, indeed,” said Somebody. “It’s quite recent. Miss Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia, who lost her own dear mother in 1906, presented the world with the idea of setting aside a day for the honoring and remembering of all mothers. The world was ready for the idea, and gladly took it up, and so we have this beautiful custom, which is yearly growing stronger, of remembering our mothers in some special way, sending a flower or a greeting, and wearing a white carnation to show our love and devotion to our own particular mother.” “Well,” said the boy named Billy, “Mom’s the best thing in the world any way.” “Then say so,” said Somebody, “right out in meeting.” “I will!” said Billy. About Forks