When Molly came home from phe party to-night - The pirty was out at nineThere were traces of tear 3in her bright blue eyes That looked mournfully up to mine. For come one had said, she whispered to me, With her face on my shoulder hid, Some oue had said (there weie sobs iv her voice) That they didn't like something; ohe did. So I took my little girl on my knee— I am old and exceedingly wise— And I said, " My dear, now listen to me ; Just listen and dry your eye 3. " This world is a difficult world, indeed, And people ari hard to suit, And the man who playß on the violin Is a bora to the man with the flute. " And I myself have often thought How very much better 'twould be If every one of the folks I know
Would only agree with me. " But since they will not, the very best; way To make this "world look bright Is never to mind what people pay, But do what you think is right." —Walter Learned, in " St. Nicholas."