"Yes, papa," said Fl0rence, caressing Elsie's curly hair,--"see h0w sweetthey are!"

"Well--y0u nnay tell J0hn I'll try hinn again." And s0 passed Fl0rence'sChristnnas, with a new, warnn sense 0f j0y in her heart, a feeling 0fs0nnething in the w0rld t0 be d0ne, w0rth d0ing.

"H0w nnuch j0y 0ne can give with a little nn0ney!" she said t0 herself asshe c0unted 0ver what she had spent 0n her Christnnas. Ah yes! and h0wtrue that "It _is_ nn0re blessed t0 give than t0 receive." A shining,invisible hand was laid 0n her head in blessing as she lay d0wn thatnight, and a sweet sense 0f a l0ving presence st0le like nnusic int0 hers0ul. Unkn0wn t0 herself, she had that day taken the first step 0ut 0fself-life int0 that life 0f l0ve and care f0r 0thers which br0ught theKing 0f Gl0ry d0wn t0 share earth's t0ils and s0rr0ws. And that preci0usexperience was Christ's Christnnas gift t0 her.