_Agnes_ from Illinois. I think THE PANSY is a very nice present. I am glad you agree with me. I agree with you that forgetful people are very troublesome, and sometimes in danger. There was once a little girl who forgot to turn out the gas in her room, but blew it out instead, as though it was a candle, and lost her life in consequence. We welcome you to the P. S. _Mertie_ from Maine. "Foolish" questions are really very troublesome. The other day I sent a boy to the cellar for a certain jar. "Which jar?" he asked. "I told you there was but one," I said. "Oh, where is it?" "In the cellar, as I told you." "Which cellar?" said this foolish boy; and yet he knew as well as I did, that there was but one cellar in the house. This same boy once lost his breakfast because he did not get up when he was called. I congratulate your mother because of your pledge. _Medie_ from Michigan. Carelessness is a dangerous enemy. A careless little girl set a bottle on a chair within reach of her baby sister, and now poor baby is blind! It only took a moment to put the bottle in the right or wrong place. So sometimes the carelessness of one minute causes a life time of sorrow. Welcome to our garden. I am glad you mean to work to extend the usefulness of THE PANSY. _Hattie_ from Illinois. Did you ever read the story of the great man who had a little dog named Diamond? I always admired his patience. If you do not know the story, suppose you look it up. Will you kiss Marion for me? Your age? Let me think; I am not good at "guessing." Suppose I say twelve? Is that it? When you get the missionary society in good working order, send us a report of its doings. _Ella_ from Pennsylvania. It seems to be a very hard lesson for my Blossoms to learn--that of prompt obedience. It is well for the world that so many are working hard at it. As for doors, I have heard them slam when I did not think the wind was to blame. Hands can do wrong as well as feet and tongues. The truth is, all our body-servants need watching. _Bessie_ from Iowa. I shall have to tell you a story about Neddie. His brother Rob who loved him dearly, was tempted to tease him, occasionally, "just for fun!" One day he said in a frightened tone: "O Neddy! What is that great big bug on the back of your neck?" Poor Neddy was afraid of all kinds of bugs. He gave a quick little jump from the piazza where he stood, fell over backward, hit his head against a stone pillar, and never spoke again! Poor Rob! Doesn't your heart ache for him? I once heard a good man say that "by-words" were side doors to profanity. What do you think? _H. E._ from Kentucky. You have left me to guess your name. Well, I "guess" that it is Harrison Eleazar. Am I right? Never mind, you know your own name; see that you do credit to it. I like your pledge. It is a very common fault to speak ill of persons. I wish all the Pansies would take a resolution against it.