You see, I haven't even one grandma
and some little girls have two. I don't think that's fair, do you?"
"No, really that doesn't seem fair," answered the old lady, her eyes
twinkling with amusement.
"I'm lonesome without a grandma, and I thought maybe you hadn't any
grand-children, or even if you had some, p'raps you wouldn't mind having
one more. So I came over to adopt you--that is--if you please!"
Quickly the twinkle left the old lady's eyes and she put her arm close
around Marjorie. "You dear child!" she exclaimed, "of course you can
adopt me. I haven't a grandchild in the whole world but even if there
were a dozen of them, I'd still have room in my heart for you!"
"We cannot be free from unkind words unless we are free from unkind
feelings."
THE FIVE CASTAWAYS.
BY COE HAYNE.
When Lena Stuart sprained her ankle the doctor told her that she could
not walk on it for at least ten days.
"Just think, mamma, ten whole days!" she cried in despair.
"But the time will pass quickly if you make up your mind to be
cheerful," said Mother Stuart.
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