The Difference it Made.


"What a sweet voice that little child in the red cloak has!" said a
visitor in Sunday-school to a teacher, as together they listened to
the children raising their song of praise.

"Yes, isn't it sweet? And she always sings just so heartily," was the
reply.

A little later, the school closed and, the children on their way
home, the visitor chanced to pass by the child in the red cloak, just
in time to hear her say angrily to her nurse, who had called for her:

"I don't want to go this way--I want to go through the park. I won't!
I won't go through that horrid old street!"

"But, Miss Mazie, your mamma said we were to go straight home and not
stay in the park to-day."

Upon this, the little lady marched away, with pouting lips and injured
mien.

"Ah," thought the lady, "what a difference it makes in the voice when
one speaks angrily! No matter how sweet it may be, how harsh and
unloving angry words make it!"

What a pity that Mazie did not keep her voice as musical and birdlike
as it was when she was singing her morning song of praise! Think of
this, little readers, and when you are tempted to be angry and speak