Though the multitudes his goodness
And his tender love may spurn.
Little children, Christ is coming,
Even God's beloved Son;
When in glory he descendeth,
Will he say to you, "Well done"?
DORA BRORSEN.
THE HANDY BOX
"Grandmother, do you know where I can find a little bit of wire?" asked
Marjorie, running from the shed, where an amateur circus was in
preparation.
Grandmother went to a little closet in the room and disappeared a moment,
coming out presently with the wire.
"O, yes! and Fred wanted me to ask if you had a large safety-pin." Marjorie
looked a little wistful, as if she did not quite like to bother
grandmother.
There was another trip made to the closet, and the safety-pin was in
Marjorie's hand.
"You are a pretty nice grandma," she said, over her shoulder, as she ran
out.
Not very long after, Marjorie came into the kitchen again. This time she
stood beside the sink, where grandmother was washing dishes, and twisted
her little toes in her sandals, but seemed afraid to speak.
"Fred wants to know"--began grandmother, laughing.
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