But this made Jennie angry; and she went away to nurse her anger.

The first book she took up happened to be a Bible; it opened of itself to the place: "A soft answer turneth away wrath."

Meantime, would you like to know what was the trouble? On their way home from school, Jennie and her friend Albert quarrelled. Albert said Jennie's friend Lila Johnson missed a word, and Jennie said she didn't; and they disputed until both were angry.

As Jennie read the Bible verse, she could not help thinking what if she had answered Albert that perhaps she was mistaken; then she was sure all would have been right between them; however, she was too angry to listen to the soft voice which was whispering this in her ear; she closed the book, and went down stairs.

Cousin Harold was in the sitting-room with Ella; when he caught sight of Jennie's red face and tearful eyes he began to question. Harold's advice was to ask Albert's pardon; and he volunteered to go with her to Albert's house.

Jennie was almost sure to do as cousin Harold said, and in a short time they were walking down street together.

Only a block from her own house she met Albert, and stopping, said hurriedly: "Albert, I'm coming to tell you that I'm sorry."

Said Albert, "So am I."

"There!" said cousin Harold, "I fancy you have gained quite a victory. What a fine thing it would be, if you were always a brave general, and gained victories for the right."

After that, she went to a store with Harold, and waited while he did some errands. While they were there, Albert came skipping back to ask Jennie to go home with him to tea; that mamma said so, and she had a real nice tea for him, "because it's my birthday, you know."

Cousin Harold gave permission, and away went the happy children who were enemies such a short time before, but had been made friends by a few "soft words."

Now! Attention! If you, my Blossom, have received, with your badge, a letter signed "Pansy" in which I have answered your questions, and given you greeting, you of course will not expect me to reply to your letter again in The Pansy. Because people do not receive two replies to one letter, now do they? But if, on the contrary, you have received through my secretary, your badge, and a line stating that your letter will be answered in The Pansy, in due time, why, then look out for it; though when its turn will come is more than I can tell you; the truth is, there are at least a thousand letters now awaiting answers! If some of you get gray before I can reach you with a letter, you will not blame me, will you? Because, really and truly, I am doing my very best; and I answer privately all the letters I possibly can, so that you will not have to wait so long.

Meantime, I expect each of you to show how patient and unselfish a Pansy Blossom can be in this matter, as well as in larger ones.

I wish you a very pleasant Fourth of July. I hope it will be "independence day" to you; that you will each prove yourselves free from every chain which Satan can think of to try to throw around you on that day.

If you feel like writing to tell me how you spent the day, and what one thing you did in it to give some one a happy time, whom you thought might else be forgotten, I shall be very glad to hear the stories. Remember to send your letters to Chautauqua, Chautauqua Co., N. Y., and my secretary who is there, will see that I receive them promptly.

And now, good-by once more, until August.

Violet from Maine. So violets can blossom in your State in the midst of a snowstorm! I am glad; and I hope it is a very sweet flower. Still I see the weeds trouble you. The one you mention, grows very fast, unless constantly watched. Don't let it hurt the perfume of your blossom.

Clintie from Massachusetts. Dear little boy, we welcome you to our garden. Fretful words are troublesome weeds; and it is sometimes a great temptation to use them to those who are in our family, but not of it. I am glad you are pledged to watch their growth. Those who are all the time away from their homes and friends, need our help in every possible way.

Emily from Connecticut. Dear! dear! these tongues. What shall we do with them! And yet, what would we do without them? It is so easy to think of some bright little word to say in return, at just the moment when we ought to keep quiet. I read of a boy who kept a clothes pin in his pocket, ready to clap on his tongue when he was tempted to speak words which he ought not. But I think there are better checks than clothes pins. Don't you?

Lulu from New York. Another Blossom from the "Snow!" You are welcome. "Slang" is a word which covers a very disagreeable habit indeed. It astonishes me to see how many people who think themselves cultivated, indulge in it. I have noticed that it is sometimes connected with the other weed of which you speak. By all means get rid of them both, keeping the "Whisper Motto" in mind.

Bertha and Stella from Iowa. It is natural enough to like to play rather than to work. I presume men and women who work hard would often rather play. The great difference between people is, that some of them do what they would rather not, because it is duty; and some of them do what they would rather, because they want to. I am glad to think of Bertha as belonging to the first class; for the others are rather worthless people. As for the dear little Blossom who describes herself in this way:

Mabel from New York. I once had a kitchen girl who was a source of great amusement to my family because she fretted about everything. One morning I said to her: "Rebecca, we are going to have a rainy day, I fear."

"Of course we are," she answered; "as sure as I have a large wash, and need sunshine especially much, it is sure to rain." An hour afterwards the sun was shining brightly. As I went through the wash-room I said to Rebecca, "It didn't rain after all, did it? See what beautiful air for drying clothes."

"Oh yes," she said, "sun hot enough to bake me just as I am ready to hang out clothes; that is always the way."

The fact was, poor Rebecca in her younger days had contracted such a habit of fretting, that she really seemed unable to find a bright side to anything. I am glad you are pledged against such an enemy.

Agnes from Illinois. I think The Pansy is a very nice present. I am glad you agree with me. I agree with you that forgetful people are very troublesome, and sometimes in danger. There was once a little girl who forgot to turn out the gas in her room, but blew it out instead, as though it was a candle, and lost her life in consequence. We welcome you to the P. S.

Mertie from Maine. "Foolish" questions are really very troublesome. The other day I sent a boy to the cellar for a certain jar. "Which jar?" he asked. "I told you there was but one," I said. "Oh, where is it?" "In the cellar, as I told you." "Which cellar?" said this foolish boy; and yet he knew as well as I did, that there was but one cellar in the house.

This same boy once lost his breakfast because he did not get up when he was called. I congratulate your mother because of your pledge.

Medie from Michigan. Carelessness is a dangerous enemy. A careless little girl set a bottle on a chair within reach of her baby sister, and now poor baby is blind! It only took a moment to put the bottle in the right or wrong place. So sometimes the carelessness of one minute causes a life time of sorrow. Welcome to our garden. I am glad you mean to work to extend the usefulness of The Pansy.

Hattie from Illinois. Did you ever read the story of the great man who had a little dog named Diamond? I always admired his patience. If you do not know the story, suppose you look it up. Will you kiss Marion for me?

Your age? Let me think; I am not good at "guessing." Suppose I say twelve? Is that it? When you get the missionary society in good working order, send us a report of its doings.

Ella from Pennsylvania. It seems to be a very hard lesson for my Blossoms to learn—that of prompt obedience. It is well for the world that so many are working hard at it. As for doors, I have heard them slam when I did not think the wind was to blame. Hands can do wrong as well as feet and tongues. The truth is, all our body-servants need watching.

Bessie from Iowa. I shall have to tell you a story about Neddie. His brother Rob who loved him dearly, was tempted to tease him, occasionally, "just for fun!" One day he said in a frightened tone: "O Neddy! What is that great big bug on the back of your neck?" Poor Neddy was afraid of all kinds of bugs. He gave a quick little jump from the piazza where he stood, fell over backward, hit his head against a stone pillar, and never spoke again! Poor Rob! Doesn't your heart ache for him?

I once heard a good man say that "by-words" were side doors to profanity. What do you think?

H. E. from Kentucky. You have left me to guess your name. Well, I "guess" that it is Harrison Eleazar. Am I right? Never mind, you know your own name; see that you do credit to it. I like your pledge. It is a very common fault to speak ill of persons. I wish all the Pansies would take a resolution against it.

Jennison and Milton from Virginia. It gives me pleasure, my boys, to know that you enjoy your badges, and that they help you. I earnestly hope to hear that Warren and Jennison are able to wear theirs to all appropriate places; yet I confess I wouldn't like to think of them as being worn by boys who had not tried hard to do them honor. I expect to hear good news from you all, next time.

Albert from California. Obeying "after the third or fourth time," is sometimes obeying too late. It does me good to know that one more boy is resolved to cultivate the habit of prompt obedience. I know you will make a better man because of this. There was once a boy who had a sharp lesson on promptness. His uncle called two boys, Warren and Robert, to come to the yard at once; Warren went on the instant, but Robert waited to finish the page in the story he was reading. When he finally reached the yard, he found Warren seated on a pony's back, and he shouted out that the pony was his. "Yes," said his uncle, "I intended the pony for both of you; but since Robert did not come I concluded he did not want any pony; and gave it to Warren."

I think that was pretty hard. Don't you? But the truth was, Robert had such a habit of waiting awhile, after being called, that I suppose his uncle thought he needed a severe lesson.

Walter and Harry from Rhode Island. Two brothers, one of whom is to learn "patience," and the other means to "stop whining." Good resolves, both of them. A whining face is never a pleasant one; and as for patience, it is needed all the time to help us through this world.

Minnie from Kansas. I don't like to be teased; do you? I'm sure I hear you say, "No, ma'am." Then, according to the Golden Rule, you and I ought not to tease other people; and I am glad you have resolved not to do so. As to the finger-nails, of course they do not like to be bitten. Only three Pansy Blossoms in your city? Why, that is too bad! Can't you plant some more?

Florence from Missouri. Give my love to my namesake, the dolly; though I am afraid she will care nothing about it. After all, I don't know how many cats you have, though you undertook to tell me. Can you guess why I do not know? Please try.

Minnie from Connecticut. Your letter was not at all "silly," my little friend, but we only publish in The Pansy those letters that give interesting stories about people or animals, or places; something which will interest all. You know one doesn't like to publish one's personal letters for others to read. I hope you will have your wish and "change into a very good girl." In fact, I know you will, if you wish it enough to keep daily trying, and trust in the great Helper.

Maggie from Kentucky. How glad I am that we have another Blossom who has resolved to guard her lips from the use of slang words! Think of a flower speaking in any but sweet and refined language! Who would want to make bouquets of flowers whose breaths were impure?

Alma from Kentucky. You have taken a very important pledge. There is hardly another so important. I hope every Pansy in our garden will be a brave earnest worker for temperance; by which I mean the sort of total abstinence which determines to "touch not, taste not, handle not."

Mollie from Kentucky. How much I should like to hear that your pledge had helped you to be present in Sabbath-school each Sabbath this year! Wouldn't that be pleasant? But there are some absences over which we have no control, are there not? Well, suppose we put it, each Sabbath that you are not detained by sickness, or by some cause which you could not help? Then let us hear at the close of the year, what success you have had.

Lizzie from Illinois. It is pleasant to hear of an entire class joining the P. S. You can be helpful to one another. "In a minute" is a very bad sprite, who gets many people into trouble; have nothing to do with him. I think many persons who really intend to do the right thing, are caught by Satan, in this way; instead of trying to get them to decide against it, which he knows they wouldn't do, he coaxes them to put the duty off until they forget all about it. I trust he will not get the advantage of you.

Lara from Illinois. So the meek little pansy on its satin bed has done its duty and helped you? I am glad. Do you know, I think "little things" are harder to bear than big ones? Someway, we make up our minds to be patient and brave over real troubles, but little pin pricks are likely to find us off our guard; so a pledge against just these "little foxes" is very important.

Elma from Dakota Territory. Dear little Blossom, what a sweet letter you wrote me with your own hand! I think your lips must be very sweet when they have a smile on them; but "grumbles" are almost sure to dress themselves in ugly pouts. I would have nothing to do with them.

Olive and Hattie from Michigan. A "black" Pansy? No I do not think "thoughtlessness" is black. It is my opinion it is a dull gray-brown; such as my children in Sabbath school call dirt-color. Let us remember that it is a weed, not a pansy, but has crept in among some of our Blossoms unawares, and is to be rooted out. May you succeed in keeping your corner free from its power. Hattie dear, I am sorry for your long waiting. The first letter must have gone astray. What good news you both gave me! May you shine so brightly in your home, that "baby May" will early follow your example.

Rose from ——. You forgot the State, little Rose, so I have to guess at the place where you bloom. I think it is better to wear the badges only on special occasions, and so to keep them fresh and neat-looking, a long time. However, they can be renewed at ten cents each, whenever the owners think they ought to have new ones.

Gertie from Massachusetts. You are right, little girl. All over the world, young people seem to be troubled with very much the same weeds. Satan must depend a great deal on these "quick tempers," he has so many of them at work for him. I rejoice over every boy or girl who resolves to break from his power. How glad I am that The Pansy helps you! That is sweet praise. I am also glad that you send it on, to help others, when you are through with it.

Julia from Connecticut. Whispering tongues make a great deal of trouble. Watch yours with care. Dear Julia, one who truly wants to be a Christian has to bring her will into the matter. Do you know what I mean? As soon as we honestly determine that, whether it is easy or hard, whether we are happy in it or unhappy, we will from this moment give ourselves to the Lord Jesus to obey Him in all things, He comes, and takes possession of our hearts, and makes them new. Take your decision to Him, and He will help you.

Helen from New York. I am much interested in your society. I think you must have a very ingenious leader, to plan amusement for you. All the pledges, too, are important. I feel sure there must be some happy mothers in your neighborhood; for I have observed they are always glad when they see improvements in their children. I hope you will write us often; and give us the benefit of any new ideas which you get.

Julia from Colorado. Oh, yes, we like to hear about the mountain scenery in your grand State. I am glad you give time and thought to the mountains, for they are among the wonderful works of God. Have you ever noticed what beautiful Bible verses there are about mountains? Once I made a copy of them all, and enjoyed it much. We shall always be glad to hear from you.

Walter from Massachusetts. Indeed you can "belong!" Boys used to be rather scarce in our society. I used often to wonder why they were not so eager to overcome their faults as girls seemed to be. But we have a great army of them now. Your pledge is very important. I am sure "mamma" will rejoice; and watch your improvement with a thankful heart.

Edna from Iowa. Indeed I think you wrote a very nice letter. So you want to "shoot" a great many things, do you? I think, with you, it is very wise to overcome the habit of using that, or any other by-word. To say the least, it is inelegant; and Pansy Blossoms should be very elegant, to match their lovely dress, and general appearance.

Louie from Maine. Dear little seven-year-old Blossom, we welcome you with pleasure. Do the weeds of cross words trouble you? They are very poisonous weeds; I would be glad if they were rooted out of all the heart-gardens in the world. Look well after yours, my dear, and there will be fewer than ever before.

Mrs. V. R. from Florida. Thank you, dear friend, for your sweet bright letter, and for joining our P. S. and so giving aid and comfort to the many little feet that are treading the same road. Indeed I know, by experience, that if any one in the world has need of patience, and finds it hard to lay in enough for each day's supply, it is a mother. If all the mothers would join us in honest effort, it would be easier to lead the children.

Lelia from Minnesota. A "whining" flower! Wouldn't that be a curiosity? I am so glad you are working to overcome. I know ever so many Blossoms who ought to join you in that pledge. Can you not induce some of them to do so?

Louise from Dakota. Here is another "careless" Blossom whose temper also troubles her. What an army of them we have! Every name added to my roll gives me a feeling of satisfaction; I know there is just so much less sorrow in the world, because of each pledge.

Hattie from Connecticut. Thank you, my patient little girl, for being willing to wait your turn for a letter. Not all the Blossoms are so thoughtful. I shall now think of your "things" as always in place. Shall I? How pleasant that will be! For I know just how trying it is to have them lying around where they do not belong. I am glad you are also a little worker for The Pansy.

I wonder if any of the Pansies will recognize their words in the list?

It was my indention to wright you about my Journey north, this month, butt as nothing of interest ocurred, I have desided to tel you of a pretty little villiage where I once went to a Sundy school meeting. It seems it was the habbit of the peple to take the babies to Church, and as, on that day it was not convient for eny boddy to stay at home with them, fifteen babies suceded in atending the meeting!

It was a verry plesent day out of doors; and I could not help feeling sory for the poor babies, because they were not out in the Sun shine. They had a fassion of all talking at once; and it was sometimes nesary for the speeker to speek quite lowd in order to be herd.

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!"

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.

One night I was going down to the pasture after the cow, and I saw Jip, our neighbor's dog run, barking, into a clump of alders; so boy fashion, I ran after him. As soon as I reached the bushes, out came a rabbit; then Jip and I joined in for a share of the fun. Jip caught him by the hind leg and tossed him into a pile of underbrush. The poor creature was so scared that he crouched down and did not attempt to stir. I caught him in my hands, and carried him home. Papa fixed a barrel for me to put him in. In the morning we built a pen for him in the barn. At first he was very wild, and would cry almost like a child; but I petted him a great deal, and when he found I was always kind, I could go in and lie down beside him on the hay, and he would hop back and forth over me.

I kept him for a month; then as winter was coming, I thought I ought to let him go for fear I could not get the right kind of food for him. One day when I went to school I took him with me. When I reached the woods, I put him on the ground, but he would not go away from me. I had to carry him away into the middle of the woods; there I left him to find his old home.

I have wished, ever since the first number of The Pansy arrived, to try to thank you for your goodness to the children; at this late date, I have still nothing to offer save all the thanks from each of our family circle, that can possibly be crowded into one envelope.

We were snowbound all winter. The Pansy was almost our only visitor, and the good things it brings each month were devoured with such eagerness and gusto as are possible only to those who, like ourselves, have been famishing for lack of mental food. I try hard to keep the magazines clean, but they are read over and over again, and the pictures inspected with ever new delight; and they are in danger of being worn to tatters. The mother, being only a child of larger growth, enjoys the little books as much as her bairns, and is in much more need of their healthful and helpful teaching.

I find one needs all the help possible to keep one's flag flying with its motto of "Onward," and its voice ever shouting "No surrender!" And this, amid all the wounds which that merciless tyrant, "Poverty," can inflict. May God bless and reward you, is a loving mother's prayer.

Here comes an old "Mother Pansy" of thirty-one summers, to join the ranks of your thousands of correspondents. I picture your smile of amusement at the faded appearance which your imagination must necessarily attribute to this ancient flower, but I assure you her feelings and desires for the happiness of the sweet young Blossoms are as strong and fresh as they were in her youthful days. Hence, by order of the President of our Pansy Society, of which I am Secretary, I must write you something of the proceedings of said P. S. Our "Club" was organized about a year ago and has been holding regular weekly meetings since September last, at which each member reads or recites some instructive, moral and entertaining selection often from your magazine, The Pansy. Our Society consists of six members:

Charles T. Crawford, Pres., aged 12 years; Mrs. Walter Crawford, Sec., 31; Blanchie Crawford, 10; Geo. W. Crawford, Treas., 8; Victorine Crawford, 5; Jas. Warren Crawford, 2. This is quite a "Crawford Clan" you see, and quite a home affair, with regard to members and meetings, but we are trying to make its influence for good extend far and near.

At Christmas time we got together a large lot of old toys, picture books, etc., with boxes of cake and bonbons, and sent them to some poor children in our community who were not able to buy new ones. We also sent a box of Christmas goodies to each of the real old ladies and gentlemen living near us who were likely to be overlooked in the overflow of young life surrounding them. Also sent out some suitable presents and eatables to needy negro families. At our yesterday's meeting a motion was made, seconded and voted in that as "St. Valentine's Day" was near at hand, each member of the Society prepare and send a Valentine to some little child who would be likely to be forgotten on this festive occasion. We gave to the "Missions" last year and will give again during this. The Pansy has been a regular monthly visitor here for the past four or five years, and we would feel very much as if "one of the family" were gone if we were deprived of it. Earnestly wishing the progress of each P. S. in the wide world and asking your own and their prayers for the further success of ours,