_Mary_ from Indiana. So you have overcome that habit of saying "Wait a minute." How glad mamma must be! I rejoice with you. What are you going to take up next? I presume Satan keeps you busy fighting against his wishes. He is very industrious, and when he fails in one direction, he tries in another. _Frankie_ from Michigan. I hope mamma was not only surprised but pleased with the badge, and your reason for receiving it. Does she see you growing patient? That is not an easy lesson to learn. In fact it takes a great deal of patience to be patient! _Ida_ from Kansas. Your pledge was rather indefinite, my dear. I have not a very clear idea of what you mean to do. However, if _you_ have, and are trying for it, the main point has been gained. Perhaps you will write and make the matter plainer to me. _George_ from Minnesota. I know a boy who has taught himself to be so cross to his little sister that she actually cries sometimes, when she sees him coming. Yet he loves her, and would shed bitter tears if God where to take her away. Why do you suppose he wants to heap up sad memories for himself, by yielding to such a foolish habit? I am glad you have taken the pledge you send. _Nellie_ from ---- If one only gets used to it, my dear, it is really quite an easy thing to do a thing at once, as it is to linger awhile. In fact it is easier; there is such a delightful feeling about having a thing done that we did not want to do. A young girl told me once that she remembered a certain summer day in which life was bright to her, all day, because she succeeded in making her bed before her mother said to her, "Come, dear, it is time your morning work was done." A BOX-FULL OF HAPPINESS. DO you know where it came from? Far down in Maine, four little girls, Lottie, Sibbie, Minnie and May, looked into each other's eyes one day, and with hearts full of love for the suffering little children who could not run and play as they did, they resolved to give up some of their time each day to preparing a box for a children's hospital. The box was some happy weeks in growing. Dollies after being dressed by patient little fingers, hopped into it gladly as if to say, "Just think of me going to comfort a little sick child. I am _so glad_ to go." Cunning little wooden barrels and boxes that were manufactured in that Maine village, rolled and tumbled in too; toys that looked as if then their whole mission in life were to amuse hospital children, tucked themselves into all the nooks and corners until I can whisper to you all, dear members of the Pansy Society, _there wasn't a bit of room left_. Oh, what a rich box! The dear little girls, those four members of the Pansy Society who believed in making others happy _for Jesus' sake_, put the precious box on the cars all nicely addressed to Boston. It travelled and travelled till it came to my hands; and then it took a wee journey to the hospital where it was opened by the good head nurse, who is superintendent of the wards.