She does
not depend upon a servant to do what she can do for herself. She is
considerate toward all who serve her. She is reverent to the old and
thoughtful of the feeble. She never criticises when criticism can
wound, and she is ready with a helpful, loving word for every one.
Sometimes she has no father, or her parents are too poor to support
her. Then she goes out and earns her living by whatever her hands find
to do. She clerks in a store, or she counts out change at a cashier's
desk, or she teaches school, or she clicks a typewriter, or rather a
telegrapher's key, but always and everywhere she is modest and willing
and sweet.

"She has too much dignity to be imposed upon, or put to open affront,
but she has humility also, and purity that differs from prudishness as
a dove in the air differs from a stuffed bird in a showcase. She is
quick to apologize when she knows she is in the wrong, yet no young
queen ever carried a higher head than she can upon justifiable
occasions. She is not always imagining herself looked down upon
because she is poor. She knows full well that out of her own heart and
mouth proceed the only witnesses that can absolve or condemn her. If
she is quick to be courteous, unselfish, gentle and retiring in speech
and manner in public places, she is true gold, even though her dress
be faded and her hat a little out of style. You cannot mistake any
such girl any more than you can mistake the sunshine that follows the
rain or the lark that springs from the hawthorne hedge. All things
that are blooming and sweet attend her! The earth is better for her
passing through it and heaven will be fairer for her habitation
therein."

How fortunate it is for us who would practice these little every-day
virtues that we do not have to wait for some noted person at some
remote time to tell the world that we are striving in our own humble
way to be kind and thoughtful. There is some one within the sound of
our voice and within the reach of our hand who will be glad to testify
to our goodness.

Kindness is never shown in vain.

The gift blesses the giver, even though the one receiving the gift is
ungrateful. Consciously or unconsciously we exert an influence upon
all who come within the zone of our being. Surely those who know us
best ought to be the ones to appreciate us the most intelligently. If
we are lovable, will they not love us? If we love them, will it not
serve to make them lovable? Let us not keep th