Fifteen minutes after what? The minute hand does not say.

Ah, here's the hour hand. Strong, steady, dependable. The hour hand does
not move very fast, you cannot see it move. It makes no fuss at all, but
you can tell time by the hour hand. Let your life be like the hour hand
of the watch, so true and steady that other girls and boys who daily
watch you may know life's time, may never be led astray.

MEMORY VERSE, I _Corinthians_ 15: 58

"Therefore, be ye steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the
work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labor is not in
vain in the Lord."

MEMORY HYMN [385]

_"Soldiers of the cross, arise_!"

WHAT DID YOU SEE?

A few days ago I made a trip on the train. When I returned home one of
the first questions my little boy asked me was, "What did you see?" I
shall tell you what I told him.

Looking out of the car window I saw an immense field, acres and acres,
and in that field were planted hundreds, yes thousands, of little trees.
I inquired of the man who sat next me, "What are those little trees
for?" He said, "They are growing those little trees to reforest the
desolate, burned over regions of the Adirondacks." I said to myself,
"That is just what we are doing in my church. We are growing girls and
boys to reforest the needy places of the earth." I inquired, "How long
do they keep those little trees there?" "Not very long," said he, "just
long enough to give them a good start. Then they transplant them." Again
I said to myself, "That is exactly what we do. We keep the girls and
boys only a little while, then they are transplanted."

I had another question. "When they transplant these little trees how do
they plant them, haphazard, every-which-way?" "No, indeed," was his
answer, "they are planted in rows, and close together." Exactly what we
are doing in our church, I thought. We are growing our girls and boys,
and we are keeping them close together, because they are such a help to
one another, and there is great inspiration in numbers.

Looking out of the train window at those trees of future forests, I
thought of the verse in Isaiah, "The mountains and the trees shall break
forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap
their hands." I can hear the mountains and the hills of the Adirondacks
singing because of the growing trees, and I hear the mountains and the
hills of earth singing because of the millions of growing gi