himmered; now it was red, now green, now yellow and now
pink. Oh, there were so many colors that she could not name them all. Wave
upon wave of color swept through it and all seemed shot with the golden
lights.

"That is the one that I want," she cried happily. "That is the most
beautiful day of all."

"Take it, then," said the fairy. "It is yours."

All the way home, the maiden clasped it tightly.

"With this day," she said, "I can be joyful. With this day I can make so
many people happy, and it is so bright that I can see the best way in
which to go. It is as light as a feather. I can hardly wait to show my
friends the beautiful day that I have chosen, for I love it dearly."

"Yes, indeed," said the fairy, as she flew off in a different direction.
"It is a wonderful day. Infinite wisdom and love helped you to choose
aright. That is To-day."

"What a beautiful day!" said the maiden as she sat in the shade of the old
apple tree. "I believe I have been dreaming. But this is too beautiful a
day to idle it away. I will go and do something for some one to make
others see its beauty also."

IN THE WAY

Gladys Mercer sat looking at a snapshot which had come to her from one of
her girl friends. It showed a strong, athletic woman with a blanket rolled
over her back hiking along the road and with her six girls in middies and
bloomers. And as Gladys looked at the picture, she smiled at the memories
which it brought.

There was the long hike, the tired muscles, the view from the mountaintop,
the wonderful sunset, the stillness of the night and the fear of the dark.
Then there was the voice of the woman in the picture,

"Girls, you are safer here than in any house you could find. Just remember
that God is over all and sleep as sound as can be."

Then there was the sunrise, the pancake breakfast on the hill, and the
hike home. Best of all there had been two long days with Mrs. Fuller, the
friend of girls. What a good visit they had had with her! What a fine
story she had told them at the sunset! What a helpful prayer she had made
as they closed their good-night song when the sun went down!

And then from the thought of the trip, Gladys went to the thought of all
that Mrs. Fuller had meant to her. She was sunny; she was happy in her
work through the day, and happy to give her time to them at night; she was
always ready to advise and help; she seemed to know just what to do when
they did not know; somehow she cou