She had wandered about the grounds, the mother watching the golden head and thinking that sunshine itself was not brighter, until suddenly the child's attention was attracted by what was to her an altogether new sight. A young man was passing. Just in front of the house he staggered and would have fallen had it not been for the assistance of a companion a little less helpless than himself. I need not describe the scene. Unfortunately, to the most of us it is not an unusual sight. We have seen too often the unsteady and uncertain step of a drunkard, we have too often heard the silly laughter and listened to the imbecile chatter of those who have drowned their manhood in a glass of liquor. But to Alice Granger, a child of five years, it was a new and strange sight and one which she could not comprehend. Her doll lay unheeded upon the ground while with an earnest, curious expression upon her face she watched the two travellers out of sight. Then she ran to the house. "Mamma," she said, "there were two funny-acting men went past just now. They went on both sides of the street and did not act as if they knew how to walk. They were just as silly as could be." "Yes, dear; I saw them." "Mamma, what made them act so?" inquired the child. Mrs. Granger was inclined to evade the question. She was sorry that her darling had witnessed the disgusting spectacle. She would have spared her the knowledge of this form of sin awhile longer, but it could not now be helped, and as Alice persisted she said at length, "My dear child, those young men had been drinking too much wine." "Too much wine! But, mamma, wine does not make folks act like that!" "Yes, it does." "But papa drinks wine," and the little round face wore a look of perplexity. As Mrs. Granger did not reply, Alice said again, "Say, mamma, papa drinks wine. Does it make him walk like that and talk so that nobody can understand him? Say, mamma!" What could the mother say? How should she teach her darling to hate the wine cup and at the same time preserve the child's respect and love for her father? "My darling," she said at length, "wine is a dangerous thing. I will teach you all about it. And papa thinks that a little does not hurt anybody; but perhaps when you know more about it, you and I can coax him not to drink any." That day at dinner Alice astonished her father by exclaiming suddenly, "Papa, I wish you wouldn't drink any more wine!" Mr. Granger looked up in surprise, but he laughed and asked, "Why not?" The little face was very sober and the voice very earnest as Alice replied, "Because it makes men act so dis-gust-ing-ly!" The last word was brought out slowly, as if it were too large for her. "What do you know about it?" The question was addressed to Alice his daughter, but Mr. Granger looked at his wife. "Alice had her first temperance lesson to-day," replied Mrs. Granger, "and it has made an impression."