Marjorie's New Friend. Wells Carolyn

truly a crisis in the little girl's life.

      "Marjorie," he said, very tenderly, "it is a hard blow, and I don't wonder it is crushing you. Nor do I expect you to take a philosophical view of it at present. But, my child, we'll look at it practically, at least. Gladys is going; nothing can change that fact. Now, for my sake, as well as your own, I'm going to ask you to be my own brave daughter, and not disappoint me by showing a lack of cheerful courage to meet misfortune."

      "I don't want to be babyish, Father," said Midget, suddenly feeling ashamed of herself.

      "You're not babyish, dear; it's right and womanly to feel grief at losing Gladys; but since it has to be, I want you to conquer that grief, and not let it conquer you."

      "I'll try," said Midge, wiping away some tears.

      "You know, Marjorie, the old rhyme:

      "'For every evil under the sun,

      There is a remedy, or there's none;

      If there is one, try to find it,

      And if there is none, never mind it.'

      "Now, I don't say 'never mind it' about this matter, but since there's no remedy, do the best you can to rise above it, as you will have to do many times in your future years."

      "Father," said Marjorie, thoughtfully; "that sounds awful noble, but I don't believe I quite understand. What can I do to 'rise above it'?"

      "Marjorie, you're a trump! I'd rather you'd be practical, than wise. And there's no better weapon with which to fight trouble than practicality. Now, I'll tell you what to do. And I don't mean today or tomorrow, for just at first, you wouldn't be a human little girl if you didn't nearly cry your eyes out at the loss of your friend. But soon,—say about next Tuesday,—if you could begin to smile a little, and though I know it will be hard, smile a little wider and wider each day—"

      "Till the top of my head comes off?" said Marjorie, smiling already.

      "Yes; theoretically. But make up your mind that since Gladys must go, you're not going to let the fact turn you into a sad, dolorous mope instead of Mops."

      "That's all very well at home, Father dear, but I'll miss her so at school."

      "Of course you will; but is there any remedy?"

      "No, there isn't. I don't want any other seat-mate, and I don't want to sit alone."

      "Oh! Well, I can't see any way out of that, unless I go and sit with you."

      Marjorie had to laugh at this. "You couldn't squeeze in the space," she said.