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

"Well--you may tell Harold I'll try him again." And so passed Florence'sChristmas, with a new, warm sense of joy inside her heart, a feeling ofsomething in the world to be done, worth doing.

"How much joy one can give with a little money!" she exclaimed to herself asshe counted over what she had spent on her Christmas. Ah yes! and howtrue that "It _is_ more blessed to give than to receive." A shining,invisible arm was laid on her head in blessing as she lay down thatnight, and a sweet sense of a loving presence stole like music into hersoul. Unknown to herself, she had that day taken the first step out ofself-life into that life of love and care for others which brought theKing of Glory down to share earth's toils and sorrows. And that preciousexperience was Christ's Christmas gift to her.