"And then Charity Latch—just think, Calista—Charity said for her part she wanted the credit for what 'she' did." "She works so elegantly," said Calista, and all the girls laughed, for it was notorious that Charity had never learned to sew up a seam decently. "But how do you like the idea, Calista?" asked Mary Settson. "Oh, it suits me very well," answered Calista, with a little bitterness, "so long as I have nothing to do at all." "I am sure your bureau cover will be lovely." "It isn't mine, it is Miss McPherson's. How do you like it, Mary?" "Well, I must say, with Charity, I don't see why we should not have the credit of what we do," said Mary. "I know I like to, for one, as well as she does." "The Bible says we should not let our left hand know what our right hand does, thee knows, Mary," said Elizabeth Howell, who had joined the group in time to hear Calista's question and Mary's answer; "and we are not to love the praise of men." "Not better than the praise of God," said Mary, quickly. "And how is one to set a good example, if one's doings are never to be known?" "I can't say I think much of examples that are set on purpose," remarked Belle Adair. "And I don't believe one ought to be always thinking about them, either. That just comes to thinking, what people will say about you. And I suppose it is just as much loving the world to care too much about being looked up to, as it is to care too much about money, like some folks." "I suppose it is," said Tessy, thoughtfully, while Mary looked annoyed. "I thought it was every one's duty to set a good example. Have you learned a verse, Emma? This is Bible morning, you know." "Yes; Miss Jessy showed me a nice one," answered Emma: "'Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it.'" (John 2:5) "Exactly," said Elizabeth, smoothing the little girl's hair; "let us only remember that, and our example will take care of itself." "I wonder if Belle and Elizabeth think that I do love the world," thought Mary, as she took her seat; "I don't see why they should." Calista did not find the day altogether a pleasant one. Her desk-mate, Antoinette, was in a desperate fit of the sulks, and she gave her companion the full benefit of it, making herself disagreeable in all the ways which the ingenuity of ill temper could contrive. Calista herself was preoccupied; and though she tried very hard to adhere to the rule she had laid down of thinking of nothing in school but her lessons, she did not succeed very well. She had allowed herself to fall into bad habits in this respect.