espect true worth, even if it is not clad in
fashionable garments, and fresh from school."

[Illustration: _The Carriage Came for Grandma._]

Bertha began to think she had been very weak and foolish, and after a
long talk with her mother, she resolved that Ada should never speak so
disrespectfully in her presence again.

And so, when Mrs. Bell's carriage came, they started on their visit,
grandma looking as fresh and sweet as a rose. In spite of the fact that
she was wrinkled, her skin was white and clear, and her soft brown eyes
were overflowing with love.

Mrs. Bell welcomed them warmly; but she took possession of grandma,
while the young folks amused themselves.

Such a lovely home as it was; full of curiosities, beautiful pictures,
handsome statues and elegant furniture!

Some unexpected visitors came in the afternoon, and Bertha found her
grandma quite the center of attraction. She overheard one lady say:
"What a charming old lady! I feel like envying her relatives."

As for Ada, she made no further remarks. Her sister had been shocked at
her thoughtless levity, and had threatened to inform Aunt Bell, of whom
she stood in awe; and so Bertha had a very pleasant visit.

She grew up with a sense of respect for old age; and Bertha Gilbert's
pretty manners were often remarked upon. If she met with people less
refined than herself, or poorly educated, instead of ridiculing them,
she tried to think of their hard lives and few advantages, and was most
tender and gracious.

Let us all try to be kind to the poor and aged, for some of them are
God's choicest jewels.

* * * * *

PUTTING OFF TILL TO-MORROW

"What made you stop right in the middle of your sentence, and then start
talking about something entirely different?" The questioner laughed, and
her friend joined as she replied to the puzzled query.

"If I think in time, I make it a rule never to say to-day the mean thing
that can be put off until to-morrow," she explained. "So to-morrow it is
out of date, and does not get said at all."

[Illustration]

NOTHING FINISHED

I once had the curiosity to look into a little girl's work-box. And what
do you suppose I found?

Well, in the first place, I found a bead-purse, about half done; there
was, however, no prospect of finishing it, for the needles were out, and
the silk upon the spools all tangled and drawn into a complete wisp.

Laying this aside, I took u