to them? Instead of the soft white bodies they had gone to sleep with,
they now had black ones and four gauzy wings; while six slender legs
had taken the place of the six short ones. There were still the strong
black jaws to do all needful work with, and in addition, delicate
mouth-parts, for their food was now to be the honey from flowers. In
fact, they looked and were just like their mamma, the gauzy wasp. One
after another they crept to the end of the passage that led from their
dark homes to the bright world without. They stood one minute at the
little dark hole, and then, spreading their wings, flitted out into
the beautiful world of sunshine and flowers.




THE STORY OF CHRISTMAS,

"A great spiritual efficiency lies in story-telling."--FROEBEL.


Christmas Day, you knew, dear children, is Christ's day, Christ's
birthday, and I want to tell you why we love it so much, and why we
try to make every one happy when it comes each year.

A long, long time ago--more than eighteen hundred years--the baby
Christ was born on Christmas Day: a baby so wonderful and so
beautiful, who grew up to be a man so wise, so good, so patient and
sweet, that, every year, the people who know about him love him better
and better, and are more and more glad when his birthday comes again.
You see that he must have been very good and wonderful; for people
have always remembered his birthday, and kept it lovingly for eighteen