"Why, Betty, what is it, dear?" Mrs. Porter asked in surprise, as the
former rushed into the room, in response to the invitation to enter.

"I'm sorry I can't call for Robbie in the morning. I'm going to Aunt
Fanny's to stay all night," Betty explained breathlessly.

"It is thoughtful of you to come and tell me now, dear," Mrs. Porter
replied. "I'll ask Jennie Lee to stop for Robbie in the morning. I
hope you will have a nice visit at your aunt's."

"I know I shall," Betty answered happily. "I'll call for Robbie the
next day, Mrs. Porter." And away the little girl tripped,
light-hearted as could be. That is the way it makes one feel to follow
the Golden Rule.

* * * * *

JACK'S MASTER.


Jack's most delightful present last Christmas was a red wooden gun,
with arrows that would shoot very hard indeed. At least Jack thought
it was delightful, but his mamma did not; those little pointed wooden
arrows that flew so far and hit so hard made her very uneasy, for fear
her little boy would presently hurt somebody.

But mammas hate to spoil their little boys' fun, and Jack's mamma made
an arrangement by which it was agreed that he was to have his gun,
provided that he never pointed it at anybody, even in play.