"I guess you didn't if I judge by your actions. When you get older you will know more about it." "But, grandma, Aunt 'Liza is older than I am, why don't she know?" "Because she don't try; she's got her head too full of dress and dancing and nonsense." Grandmother Harcourt did not have very much faith in what she called children's religion, and here was a human soul crying out in the darkness; but she did not understand the cry, nor look for the "perfecting of praise out of the mouths of babes and sucklings," not discerning the emotions of that young spirit, she let the opportunity slip for rightly impressing that young soul. She depended too much on the church and too little on the training of the home. For while the church can teach and the school instruct, the home is the place to train innocent and impressible childhood for useful citizenship on earth and a hope of holy companionship in heaven; and every Christian should strive to have "her one of the provinces of God's kingdom," where she can plant her strongest batteries against the ramparts of folly, sin and vice. "Who else is coming, grandma?" "Why, of course I must invite Mrs. Larkins; it would never do to leave her out." Annette shrugged her shoulders, a scowl came over her face and she said: "I hope she won't come." "I expect she will and when she comes I want you to behave yourself and don't roll up your eyes at her and giggle at her and make ugly speeches. She told me that you made mouths at her yesterday, and that when Mr. Ross was whipping his horse you said you knew some one whom you wished was getting that beating, and she said that she just believed you meant her. How was that, Annette? If I were like you I would be all the time keeping this neighborhood in hot water." Annette looked rather crestfallen and said, "I did make mouths at her house as I came by, but I didn't know that she saw me." "Yes she did, and you had better mind how you cut your cards with her." Annette finding the conversation was taking a rather disagreeable turn suddenly remembered that she had something to do in the yard and ceased to prolong the dialogue. If the truth must be confessed, Annette was not a very earnest candidate for saintship, and annoying her next door neighbor was one of her favorite amusements.