Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 15, April 12, 1914

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VOL. 37. No. 15. WEEKLY.
DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS. GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.
APRIL 12, 1914.

"Why, Myra, what is the matter?"

Mabel had found Myra crying in a little sheltered place where the little neighbors sometimes played together. Mabel lived in a big house and Myra in a little one, but they were neighbors, and loved each other just the same.

"I don't mean to cry long," Myra said, "but I couldn't help having a small cry before I began to look pleasant. It's because mother could not make my white dress for Easter. She had to sew for other people till it was too late, and now I have to wear my blue dress when all the rest in our class wear white."

"That is too bad." said Mabel, putting her arm around her small neighbor, "but we'll all love you just the same."

"Yes," Myra said, drying her tears, "and mother said that if I would take it pleasantly, and be happy just the same, because it was right, that it would be like an Easter love-gift. I can't take many pennies, but I do mean to take the love-gift, and I'll begin now, so that's the last tear." Her smile came out like a bright little rainbow. Mabel kissed her, because she could not help it, and the two little girls went together to look for as many little spring things as they could find. This was the best possible thing to do.

"Mother," said Mabel that night, in the little go-to-bed talk. "Myra has to wear a blue dress on Easter Day, when the rest of us will all wear white. I am so sorry for her."

"Is Myra very sorry, too?" asked mother.

"Of course she is, mother: I found her crying over it this afternoon. But she stopped pretty soon, and said she would not cry any more." Then Mabel told about the "love-gift."

"I wish I could take some kind of a love-gift, too," said Mabel, seeing that her mother thought this a beautiful thing.

"I am sure you could, if you would." said mother.

"Please, tell me how."

"No. it must be your own love-thought first. You will have to-morrow to think it out. Good-night, now."

Mabel thought and thought a long time, next day. At last she whispered something to mother that made her look very happy, and say "Yes, dear."

On Easter morning Mabel waited for Myra, that they might go to Sunday-school together.

"Oh, oh!" cried Myra, as she saw Mabel, "you have on your pink dress in-stead of your new white one. Now I don't mind my blue one."

"We sit in the same row, you know," said Mabel, "and we'll be near together." She looked very happy. The two little girls with shining faces went together to God's house, and One above looked down and smiled upon them.

"Something's going on over to our place."

Billy Wells walked into the school yard at noon with a face which showed that the "something" was very important indeed. The other boys gathered in a little crowd about him.

"What is it, Billy?"

"Tell us, Billy."

"It's—somebody that's come there—"

"What for?"

"To stay, I guess. Acts that way."

"Friends of the folks?"

"No, we've never seen 'em before."

"Do you mean some kind of a tramp?"

"What's he doing?"

"Seems to be building a house."

"A house?...