Soon they came to a small white house, where the New Year
stopped. "Why, Bessie, our sewing girl lives, here," said
Maurice. "I didn't know she was sick." "See," said the New Year,
"this window is open a little; let us throw this bunch of pinks
into the room. They will please her when she wakes, and will make
her happy for several days."

Then they hurried to other places, leaving some blessing behind
them.

"What a wonderful cart you have," said Maurice; "though you have
taken so much out, it never seems to get empty." "You are right,
Maurice, there is never any end to love and kindness. As long as
I find people to love and be kind to, my cart is full of
blessings for them; and it will never grow empty until I can no
longer find people to help. If you will go with me every day and
help me scatter my blessings, you will see how happy you will be
all the long year."

"A happy New Year!" called some one; and Maurice found himself in
bed, and his sister standing in the doorway smiling at him. "Have
you had a pleasant dream, dear?" she asked.

"Why, where is the little New Year?" said Maurice; "he was just
here with me."

"Come into Mamma's room and see what he has brought you,"
answered his sister. There in a snowy white cradle he found a
tiny baby brother, the gift of the New.Year. How happy Maurice