While one man was telling a storry which of coarse the babies did not understand, one of them hoped up on the seet in front of me and began a game of hide and seek. He was very still about it, hiding his curly head on his mother's sholder a minit, then bobing it up and looking at me. He was so sweet I could not help ansering him with a little smile, and a speck of a nod, until sudenly his plesure became to grate, and he shouted out "Peek-aboo!" Poor baby! It realy was not his falt so mutch as mine; and I realy suppose I ought to have been the one to have been caried out in disgrase. But I do not think his mother was seveer with him, for I herd her not long afterwards, calling him "Mamma's little hart seas!" - - - - - - DEAR PANSY: I find so many letters in your magazine from children that I can not forbear writing to you. Although I am not a child, I think I am as much interested in the magazine, and in the Pansy Blossoms, as any child can be. Possibly you will remember my writing you about the organization of our Pansy Club. It has been a success; the children are delighted with it. Not long ago we gave an entertainment, followed by refreshments--ice-cream, watermelon, etc. We cleared a little over twenty-seven dollars. The children sang a number of songs, and recited selections, largely from THE PANSY. I wish you could have heard them! It seemed to me that if I were not a Christian, the love which sprang up in my heart that night for those dear children, would have drawn me to Jesus. I have long felt as though my life was almost a blank, but this P. S. has opened a way for me to accomplish some good. I am anxious to do good. I can meet those dear little ones in grove, or hall, or parlor, from week to week and perhaps sow a seed in some heart that shall blossom for God. At our entertainment, fifty children were in the procession, and marched into church led by a drum corps of little boys. Our banner is made of cream-colored silk; arched over the top in large blue letters are the words: "The Children's Union Pansy Club." Underneath: "Our Motto is to OVERCOME." In the centre, the words: "For Jesus' Sake." At the left corner there is a bouquet of pansies, painted in their natural colors. All the money we have saved, or earned, we have appropriated to our pastor's salary, which is small, and not paid regularly. Your loving friend, MRS. J. H. D. - - - - - - DEAR PANSY: