36 12.1 RE OLD CHUMS.

I am grown up I am going to work like a man. ‘Vomen are nothing, only pretty,—a doll can be pretty, or a little green toad. I don’t Want to be a toad and just be pretty.”

The mother held her breath,—where had this strange creature calling herself her child been hiding all these years? It was like the sudden discovery of a beautiful jewel in a brown pebble. The heart that was desolate for the darling laid away turned with sudden fullness to its darling liv- ing. She placed her hand on the child’s head and, lifting the solemn little brown face to 11ers, said:

If my little girl goes off disguising, then I am desolate, indeed. It is always best to be content, and to do the best we can with what we are. Some day I am going to tell you about the great women who have lived, and their great works. Sometime, I am too weak now. But I have strength to tell you this much: you can become anything you wish: some- thing, a great deal, or nothing. It lies with you, entirely. God has do11e his part. We can alzvays make ourselves, build into what we please, on God’s foundation. Remember that.”

Ah, she would remember. She would never, never forget, indeed. For was it not a last admonition? A last warning? A seed (lropped just in time to catch the shower? No fear of her forgetting; no, never, never. The “sometime” when the story of the great women who had graced the earth was to be told never came. In two days the mother slept