all who met them would know to whom they belonged.
Do your lives show the name of the Lord Jesus to all whom you meet?"

"O Belle!" cried Jennie Day, on the way home. "Did you see Sarah Brooks
in that new silk dress? Didn't she feel grand?"

"New!" returned Belle White, "I almost know it was made out of one of
her mother's old ones."

"How spiteful they are," thought Carrie Maynard; "I am glad I know
better than to talk that way. Girls," she said aloud, "I think you are
forgetting very quickly what Miss Evans read about the marks. The Bible
says, 'Charity envieth not.'"

"Yes," answered Belle angrily, "and it says, too, 'Vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up.'"

"I wonder if I am conceited, and quote only the verses that don't mean
me," said Carrie to herself. "I am sure humility must be one of the
marks;" and she went up stairs and asked God to show her how bad she
was, little dreaming how soon the prayer would be answered.

After dinner she washed and wiped the dishes and put them carefully
away. "There," thought she, "if 'cleanliness is next to godliness,' I am
sure of one mark, for mother says I am an uncommonly neat little girl."

Meantime, Charlie, finding his own library book rather dull, had
commenced reading Carrie's. "Here! that's mine," she cried, trying to
snatch it.

"Wait till I finish this page," he said, holding it up out of her reach.

"No, I will have it now," she insisted; and by frantic efforts finally
seized it, but not till she had left a scratch on his hand, and received
several pinches on her arm.

She opened the book, and the first thing she saw was the verse, "Ye have
need of patience."

"Oh, dear," she sighed, "there is another mark. Now, I suppose, I must
carry this book back to Charlie, and ask his forgiveness."

"I am sorry I behaved so bad, and you may take the book all the
afternoon," she whispered.

Charlie stopped whistling. "Upon my word, I believe you are a Christian,
Carrie," he said, and then he fell to whistling again. But Carrie went
softly up stairs.

[Illustration: _"Never mind her! Her father drinks."_]

SUSIE'S PRAYER

It was a half holiday. The children were gathered on the green, and a
right merry time they were having.

"Come, girls and boys," called out Ned Graham, "let's play hunt the
squirrel."

They were all eager for the game, and a large circle was formed with Ned
Graham for leader because he was the largest.

"Come, Susie," said one