d not seem long at all. He was laughing when
mamma came to let him out, and she asked what he was doing, and so
Donald told her of his game.

Then mamma asked Donald if it was quite right to play, when he was put
there to think. Of course it wasn't. He had not thought of it that way.
He had grown careless, because of this game, and to-day Uncle Rod had
come again and this time Donald had missed going to the city and seeing
the new steamer that was to be launched.

"I want to stay here another hour to-day, mamma, and it'll be the very
last time I'll have to come. I'm going to think so hard I never can
forget." It was the hardest thing Donald could remember ever happening,
losing this trip with Uncle Rob.

As he promised mamma, it was the last time he ever forgot anything he
ought to remember.

Then the forgettery had a new use. All the children would open the door
and put in things they wanted to forget. Bessie put in her hurt
feelings, when Alice forgot to come for her on the way to Mabel's party.
Donald put in his anger, when Ben let go of the kite string and it
sailed away never to come back. Robert put in his disappointment when
papa wanted him to work in the garden instead of going fishing.

--_Written for Dew Drops by Willametta Preston._

A SOFT ANSWER.

"Oh, Emma, where are you going?" asked Kitty, as she ran after her
sister.

"I'm not going to tell you where I'm going; so there!" replied Emma.

"You're just the hatefulest girl I ever saw," said Kitty, beginning to
cry.

These two little girls did not remember the verse their teacher had
given them the Sunday before. It was this: "A soft answer turneth away
wrath, but grievous words stir up anger." Emma's rough answer stirred up
an angry feeling in Kitty's heart. They were grievous words and brought
a reply of the same kind. How much better it is to help each other to do
right and to be gentle.

Miss Maggie had heard what the girls said, for she was just coming into
the house. She had a rose in her hand, and just as Emma ran away,
leaving Kitty in tears, she held out the rose, saying to Kitty:

"Smell it, dear; is it not beautiful?"

The sweet words and the beautiful flower calmed Kitty's angry heart.
Miss Maggie told her to keep the rose, and when Emma came home, instead
of finding a cross little sister she found Kitty very happy.

"Come see my rose," said Kitty. Emma smelled it and said, "Oh! How sweet
it is!" and they forgot their un