in the yard. There
he found a rosy-cheeked boy a little smaller than himself, pulling a
large cart which seemed to be loaded with good things. On one side of
this cart was painted the word "Love," and on the other "Kindness." As
soon as the New Year saw Maurice he said, "Now please take hold and help
me pull;" and down the driveway and up the hill they travelled until
they came to an old shanty.

"Here is where I make my first call," said the New Year. Maurice looked
wonderingly at him. "Why, nobody lives here but an old colored man who
works for us; and he hasn't any children!" "He needs my help," said
the New Year; "for grown people like to be thought of just as much as
children do. You shovel out a path to his door, while I unload some of
my blessings; and the little hands went busily at work, piling up warm
clothing, wood, and a new year's dinner, the New Year singing as he
worked:--

"Oh, I am the little New Year; ho! ho!
Here I come tripping it over the snow,
Shaking my bells with a merry din;
So open your door and let me in."

Old Joe, hearing some noise outside, came to the door, and when he saw
all the nice gifts the tears ran down his cheeks for gladness; and as he
carried them into the house, he whispered: "The dear Lord has been here
to-night."

"Where am we going now?" asked Maurice, as they ran down the hill. "To
take some flowers to a poor sick girl," answered the New Year.

Soon they came to a small white house, where the New Year stopped. "Why,
Bessie, our sewing girl lives, here," said Maurice. "I didn't know she
was sick." "See," said the New Year, "this window is open a little; let
us throw this bunch of pinks into the room. They will please her when
she wakes, and will make her happy for several days."

Then they hurried to other places, leaving some blessing behind them.

"What a wonderful cart you have," said Maurice; "though you have taken
so much out, it never seems to get empty." "You are right, Maurice,
there is never any end to love and kindness. As long as I find people to
love and be kind to, my cart is full of blessings for them; and it will
never grow empty until I can no longer find people to help. If you will
go with me every day and help me scatter my blessings, you will see how
happy you will be all the long year."

"A happy New Year!" called some one; and Maurice found himself in bed,
and his sister standing in the doorway smiling at