her pupil who can describe the Garden of Eden or
Noah's Ark as Rose Benoit can. Rose Benoit knows every flower in the
Garden and all the animals in the Ark. She knows as many fairy tales as
Mademoiselle Genseigne herself. She knows all the fables of the Fox and
the Crow, the Donkey and the Little Dog, the Cock and the Hen, and what
they said to each other. She is not at all surprised to hear that the
animals used once to talk. The wonder would be if some one told her they
don't talk now. She is quite sure she understands what her big dog
Tom says and her little canary Chirp. She is quite right; animals have
always talked, and they talk still; but they only talk to their
friends. Rose Benoit loves them and they love her, and that is why she
understands what they say. To understand each other there is nothing
like loving one another.

To-day Rose Benoit has said her lessons without a mistake. She has won
a good mark. Emmeline Capel has a good mark, too, for knowing her
arithmetic lesson so well.

On coming out of school, she told her mother she had a good mark. Then
she asked her:

"A good mark, mother, what's the use of it?"

"A good mark is of no use," Emmeline's mother answered; "that is the
very reason why we should be proud to get one. You will find out one
day, my child, that the rewards most highly esteemed are just those that
bring honour without profit."

MARIE

[Illustration: 184]

LITTLE girls long to pluck flowers and stars--it is their nature to. But
stars will not be plucked, and the lesson they teach little girls
is, that in this world there are longings that are never satisfied.
Mademoiselle Marie has gone into the park, where she came upon a bed of
hydrangeas; she saw how pretty the flowers were and that made her gather
one. It was very difficult; she dragged with both hands, and very nearly
tumbled over backwards when the stalk broke. She is pleased and proud
at what she has done. But nurse has seen her. She runs up, snatches at
Mademoiselle Marie's arm, scolds her, and sets her to stand and repent,
not in the black closet, but at the foot of a great chestnut, under the
shade of a huge Japanese umbrella.

There Mademoiselle Marie sits and thinks, in great surprise and
perplexity. Her flower in one hand and the umbrella making a bright halo
round her, she looks like a little idol from overseas.

Nurse has told her: "Marie, you must not put that flower in your mouth.
If you do it when I t