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she said. "I'm proud to take it to school, so
beautiful and even. There never has been a scarf like it. *Soine of the girls were so care less that their -work was sent back. I ripped mine till it was right. But lots of the girls got on an extra stitch or so and didn't care." "I'm glad you like it, dear," said her grand mother. "You can take it to school to-mor row." Lucille 's scarf was the first one turned in. The teacher praised her industry, and gave her more yarn. "But you won't have to hurry so with this," she said. The sweater was finished in time for the boat ride. And Lucille, happy and proud, put it on. It was becoming in color and make. "It's all right," Rodney said. "The white and pink are a pretty combination." "Pink!" the girls laughed at him. "It's rose, you goose! It's just the shade to bring out the darkness of Lucille 's eyes and hair." The boat ride was a success. Everyone en joyed it, and made plans for others. Lucille was bubbling over with happiness when she reached home. "It's all owing to you, grandmother," she said. "1 wouldn't have enjoyed it half so much except for the sweater." "You look well in it," said her grandmother. "Some girls wouldn't. But you're slim enough to stand that slip-on style." Every scarf was handed in by the end of the week. Every girl gave a sigh of relief and reached eagerly for more yarn. "We want to make every scarf we can," they said. It was a week later that Mr. Chidester, the principal, called an assembly. "I wonder what it's about this time!" the girls said Taf.y were uoi lei! long to wonder. fle began h'.s little talk, as usual, with a reference to the soldiers and the hardships they must endure. He spoke of the comfort that lay in each sweater and each scarf. He praised the industry of the girls who had completed them in such a little time. "But," he went on, "some of them were not well done. The knitting was loosely and carelessly done. The Ked Cross made some complaints." He paused. Guilty eyes sought other guilty eyes. Fresh resolve dawned on face after face. Lucille sat triumphant and at ease. "He can't find any fault with grandmother's ,work," she thought. "That's one thing cer tain. There never was a better made scarf brought here or anywhere. This is one time when the lecture doesn't concern me." "But," Mr. Chidester went on, after allow ing time for his words to sink in, "there was one scarf among them that was perfectly done. The girl who knitted that scarf is a faithful girl. She did her work well ? so well that it received especial commendation from everyone who saw it. Work like that should have a re ward. In a way, the work is its own reward. Character-building follows on work like that. The girl who faithfully performs a task, not altogether interesting in itself ? The words went on. But Lucille had ceased to hear them. She sat, white and frightened looking. "What have I done?" she thought. "Oh, what have I done!" . And then she caught her name quite clearly. "If Miss Lucille Pinckney will kindly come forward" ? "He's calling for you. Go get your pres ent." Children's Sermon THE BURNING BUSH. "The bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed" ? Ex. 3:2. Did you ever see a bush 011 lire? If you ever did you know that in a few minutes all the leaves were burned up, and then in a little while all the limbs were burned, or left black and ugly. But that was not the way with the bush that we arc told about in our text. This bush had green leaves and there was a fire there and it was burning hot, but the bush was not burned up. Moses was out there on the mountain side that day and saw this wonderful sight. So he went up closer to see what it meant. He had never seen anything like it before. When he got near the bush he heard some one speak ing to him. It was God, and He told him to take oft his shoes, because it was holy ground that he was standing on. It was holy, because it was so near to God. In the East people do not wear shoes like we do, but wear sandals like the boys and girls wear in this country in the summer time. When they go into a house, and especially when they go into a church, they take off their shoes, just as we take off our hats. It would be very impolite for a man to wear his hat in church, because it is God's house. So to be polite Moses had to take off his shoes. When he had done this God talked to Moses out of the burning bush. He knew it was God talking to him, because nobody but God could have kept the bush from burning; and nobody but God could have been in the fire and talked as He did. God told Moses that He was sorry for the children of Israel down in Egypt, as the king and the people were treating them so badly. And He told him that he must go and lead them out of Egypt to another country that was to be their new home. Moses said the people would not believe him when he told them that God had sent him to be their leader. So God gave him a way that he could prove to them that what he said was true. God asked him what he had in his hand. He said it was a rod, or, as we would, a stick. God told him to throw it on the ground, and, when he did so, it turned to a living snake. Then God told him it take it up again, and Moses reached down and took it by the tail and the 1 God told snake turned back to a stick." if the p eop/e to take that stick with him, and, ?e s.dj'd, or the king did not believe what to make it turn to a snake and back a^' qq , stick. They would know that no one bih - could do anything like that, so they would be lieve that God was with Moses, and so they would trust him. Moses did as God told him, and the children of Israel believed him and took him as their leader. The king would not believe him at first, but after a while he, too, believed God had sent him. God told Moses that He was going down into Egypt with him, and promised him all the help he needed. God helped him so that he led all the people away from Egypt and led them a long way into a new country. God often tells us to do things, and some times they seem very hard things to do. He does not talk to us as lie did to Moses out of a burning bush, and we do not hear Him with our ears. He talks to our hearts. Sometimes we feel like somebody is whispering down in side of us telling that we ought to do some thing that we know is right. Did you ever wonder who it is? Some people say it is con science, but it is really God. It may be that God in this way tells us to do something that is hard to do. But we must remember that God is always ready to help us. A little boy was told one day by his father to bring him a big basket that was out in ttte jard. The little boy looked at it and the basket seemed mighty big, b it he said to him self; "That basket looks mighty heavy, but father would not have told me to bring it to him if he had not known that I could do it.'* So he went and took hold of the basket, but he could not lift it. He tried again and this time he lifted it very easily. He looked and ti^re on the other side of the basket he saw his father. He had come to help his little boy, because he knew the basket was too heavy for him to carry. When Moses thought that he could not do what God told him to do, God told him that He would go with him and help him, and He did. God will always help us to do anything that He tells us to do, or that we know we ought to do. But Lucille sat where she was, unmindful of the urgent whispers on every side. At last she stood up, making no attempt to go forward, where the principal awaited her, a little surprised, perhaps a little hurt. She stood quite silent for a moment, trying to find words for what she wanted to say. It came forth bluntly, at last. "I didn't knit the scarf, Mr. Chidester. I knitted a sweater for myself instead. My grandmother knitted the scarf. I was what they call a ? a 'pig knitter,' " she confessed, sitting down. There was silence for a moment and then round after round of cheers from the girls and boys. What were they cheering for, she wondered, when she had told what she had. She stole a look at the principal's face. He was looking kindly at her, the teachers, too. "I don't know why," she thought. When silence fell again, Mr. Chidester ex plained. "I'm not sure but that a confession like that is a nobler piece of work than a well-done scarf. Come forward, please, Lucille, and get your knitting needles. That was the time speech was golden. I'm sorry the needles are only silver. Come and take them. You'll need them .with your next scarf. ' ' "I will," the eyes of Lucille promised, as she moved toward him. ? Selected. " " ' "? Children's Letters ; - A PROMISE. My Dear Miss Argyle: According to prom ise, I am sending fifty cents for the month of December to help take care of the "French boy or girl." Don't you think the "White Magic" worked nicely? With best wishes, I am, Yours in the work, Mary L. Cox. Dear Mary : It is splendid to have such good every month contribuators. Yes, our "White Magic" is doing wonders, and will keep on, too. H. A.