MOTHER: And well you may be. We should always take the very best care of our eyes. Alcohol makes them red and bloodshot; for it makes too much blood go into them, just as it does all over the surface of the body. Tobacco injures them by making the nerves weak. It is a dreadful thing to be blind or have weak sight, and while we prize our eyes we will never take such poisons to injure them. PERCY: I wish I could get a peep at the master when he looks through the windows. MOTHER: You may at any time. We know just how he feels by the “look” of his eyes. When he is displeased and angry, they look so hard that it almost seems as though sparks flew from them. When he is pleased, they light up with kindness and pleasure, and you wish to be near him, he seems so happy, and it makes you glad, too. When he is loving and kind, there is such a tender feeling shines through that it seems like a warm, comforting fire, and you love him better than ever before. So the eyes “speak,” though they never say a word. MY TWO WINDOWS. “Two wonderful windows The Lord gave me; And through these windows His wonders I see. “The beautiful flowers, The grass and the trees, The hills and the valleys, The birds and the bees, “The faces of parents So dear to me, The stars in the sky, The fish in the sea,— “All these through my windows Most gladly I see, And praise my Creator For giving them me.” —_C. M. Snow._ A GOOD SERVANT MOTHER: A little boy was once asked to repeat his Bible verse, and he said, “I don’t remember just what the words are, but it is the one where Paul said he _kept his soul on top_.” ELMER: I think this must have been the one he meant, “But I keep under my body, and bring it into sub-jec´tion.” MOTHER: Yes, and the child no doubt thought if his body was “_under_,” his soul must be “_on top_.” I think it means that the mind should be the master of the body, doing only that which will be for its good. The master, when he knows what is best, will not let one of his servants be master instead of himself. HELEN: I should think every one would want to do what is best to keep the body well. MOTHER: We would all think so, but there is one of the servants who often gets control of the master and coaxes him till he gets his own way. But, though he may be a good servant, he is a very bad master, and the body has a sorry time when this servant has his own way. AMY: What is the servant’s name? [Illustration: _The tongue._] MOTHER: He is called Taste. His room is the passage where we found so many servants dressed in white. He wears a pink dress, and stays in the house most of the time, but once in a while he peeps out between the folding doors. AMY: That is the tongue, I know.