"My dear, the girls have planned a little surprise for you, to make the hour as pleasant as possible."
She opened the door and seated Fannie in an easy chair, as the girls came gliding in, with smiling faces, singing a sweet song of welcome. At its close Belle Burnette approached and placed a beautiful wreath of flowers upon her head, saying:--
"Dear Fannie, we crown you our queen to-day, knowing well how far above us all you are in His sight, who looketh upon the heart instead of the outward appearance. You have taught us a lesson we shall never forget, and we beg you to accept a token of sincere love and repentance for our treatment of you in the past, which you will find in your room on your return."
Fannie"s eyes were full of tears, and she tried to say a word in reply, but madam spoke for her, and after another song, they followed their newly crowned queen to the dining-room, where a most tempting feast was laid in honor of the occasion.
Fannie was quietly, tearfully happy through it all, yet so wearied with the unusual excitement that madam said she must not see the girl"s "peace offering" that night.
The first thing she saw the next morning was a fine large trunk, and lying upon it a card: "For Miss Fannie Comstock, from her teacher and schoolmates." Opening it, she saw that it was packed full of newly folded garments, but she had no time to examine the contents until after breakfast, when they left her alone with her wonderful gifts.
There were pretty dresses and sacques, a fine new parasol, gloves and ribbons, cuffs and collars in abundance--indeed, everything that a young schoolgirl could possibly need. Every one of madam"s two hundred and ten pupils had contributed from their choicest and best, to furnish a complete outfit for their less favored mate.
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At the bottom was a well-filled writing desk, an alb.u.m containing all their pictures, and a pretty purse containing $5, and the following note from madam:--
"MY DEAR CHILD: This shall be a receipt in full for all expenses, during whatever time you may choose to remain in the seminary. This I present you as a sincere token of my love and respect.
"JEANNETTE GAZIN."
They found her at dinner time on the floor, surrounded by her new treasures, crying-like a baby; but it did her good. She was soon able to begin her studies once more, and was ever afterward treated with kindness and consideration, even though all her hair came out and left her head bald as her face, so that she had to wear a queer cap-like wig for many weeks.
When the long vacation arrived, Belle carried her off to her beautiful home on the Hudson, where for the first time in her life she was surrounded with beauty and luxury on every side, and was treated as a loved and honored guest.
It was not long before the hateful wig was cast aside, and Fannie"s head was covered with a profusion of dark auburn curls, which were indeed a crown of glory that made her face almost beautiful.
Gentle, loving, and beloved by all, she remained in the seminary until she graduated with honor, after which madam offered her the position of head teacher, with a most liberal salary, which she gratefully accepted.
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HOW BESS MANAGED TOM
Tom"s sister Nell was a pretty girl, and being a year older than Tom, wanted to show her authority over him.
The boy was rough and awkward, and just at that age when a boy refuses all meddling with "his rights." He would put his hands in his pockets, his chair on Nell"s dress, and his feet on the window-sill.
Of course, they often quarreled: "For pity sake, Tom, do take your hands out of your pockets," Nell would say in her most vexing manner.
"What are pockets for? I"d like to know, if not to put one"s hands in,"
and Tom would whistle and march off.
"Tom, I don"t believe you"ve combed your hair for a week!"
"Well, what"s the use? it would be all roughed up again in less than an hour."
"I do wish, Tom, you would take your great boots off the window-sill!"
"O don"t bother me; I"m reading;" Tom would say: and the boots refused to stir an inch,--which of course was very bad of Tom. And so it would go on from morning till night.
But Sister Bess had a different way of managing her big brother. She seemed to understand that coaxing was better than driving. Sometimes when he sat with both hands plunged into his pockets, Bess would nestle down close beside him, with a book or a picture, and almost before he knew it, one hand would be patting her curls, while the other turned the leaves or held the pictures.
If she chanced to see his feet on the window-sill, she would say, "Just try my ottoman, Tom dear, and see how comfortable it is;" and though Tom occasionally growled in a good natured way about its being too low, the boots always came down to its level.
Whenever his hair looked very rough, she would steal behind him and brush it for him herself, in a way that Tom liked so well that it was a temptation to let it go rough, just for the pleasure of having her do it.
Yet for the next three days at least, he would take special pains to keep every hair in its place, simply to please little sister.
As they grew older, Bess, in the same quiet, loving way, helped him to grow wise and manly. If she had an interesting book, she always wanted Tom to enjoy it with her. If she was going to call on any of her young friends, Tom was always invited to go with her.
"I can"t understand," said Sister Nell, "why you should always want that boy at your elbow; he"s rough and awkward as a bear."
"Some bears are as gentle as kittens," declared Bess, slipping her arm through his with a loving hug, while "the bear" felt a warm glow at his heart as he walked away with Bess, and determined to be "gentle as a kitten" for her sake.
A LITTLE GIRL"S THOUGHTS
Why does the wind lie down at night When all the sky is red, Why does the moon begin to shine When I am put to bed, And all the little stars come out And twinkle overhead?
I see the sun shine all the day, I gather daisies in my play, But oh, I truly wish that I Could see the stars bloom in the sky!
I"d love to see the moon shine down And silver all the roofs in town, But always off to sleep I go Just as the sun is getting low.
ALICE VAN LEER CARRICK.
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CARELESS GRACIE"S LESSON
Gracie and Norma Wilson were sisters, aged respectively, fourteen and twelve. But I think that two sisters were never more unlike than were Gracie and Norma. Norma, who was the younger, was as orderly a little lady as one could wish to see, while Gracie was just the reverse.
Often their mother would say, in a despairing tone, "Gracie, I do wish you would care for your room and frocks as Norma cares for hers. Why, you go out with b.u.t.tons loose, or entirely off your dress, or your frocks unmended, not to speak of the untidiness of your room. If only you would take an interest in such things it would gratify me so much.
Without an orderly mind no girl can aspire to become a useful member of society."