The Monticellonian., 1919-01-03

her slate (having learned to use slate), which she expected later to copy into her composition book.
 The Rev. Alton Driggs watched her puzzled face and laboring fingers for some moments before calling out of his window to her. Several sheets of sermon paper lay before him on the desk and perhaps he was having al- most as hard a time putting on the paper what he desired to say as Car olyn May was having with her writ Ing.
 Finally, he came to the window and spoke to her "Carol!n May" he said, what are you writing"
 "Oh, Mr. Driggs, is that you2' said the little girl, getting up quickly and coming nearer. Did you ever have to write a compositions"
 "Yes, Carolyn May I have to write one or two each week And he sighed.
 "Oh, yes! So you dol" the little girl agreed. You have to write sermons. And that must be terribly tedious thing to do, for they have to be longer than my composition-a great deal longer
 'So it is composition that is troub- ling you,' the young minister re- marked.
 Yes, sir. l don't know what to write-T really don't Miss Minnie says for us not to try any flights of fancy. l don't just know what those are But she says, write what is ia us. Now, that don't seem like q compost tion,s added Carolyn May doubtfally.
 What doesn't "Why, writing what is in Us, ex- plained the little girl, staring in q puzzled fashion at her slate. on which she had written several lines. You see, have written down all the things that I member is in me
 For pity's sake! let me see if, child said the minister quickly reach ing down for the slate When he brought it to level with his eyes he was amazed by the following:
 "In me there is my heart, my liver, my lungs, my yerform pendicks, my stummiek, two ginger cookies, a piece of pepmint candt and my dinner.
 For pity's sake!p MT. Driggs shut off this explosion by q sudden cough.
 T guess it isn't much of d compo- sftion. Mir. Driggs," Carolyn May said frankly. But how can you make your inwards be pleasant readtug?"
 The minister was having no little difficulty in restraining his mirth.
 "Go around to the door, Carolyn May, and ask Mrs. Driggs to let. you in. Perhaps I can help you in this composition writing
 "Oh. will you. Mr. Driggs2'' cried the little girl That is awful kind of you
 The clergyman did not seem to mind negIecting his task for the pleasure of helping Carolyn May with hers He i explained quite clearly just what Miss i Minnie meant by writing what is in you"
 oh! it's what you think about a thing yourself-not what other folks think" cried Carolyn May. Why, I can do that l thought it was some thing like those physerology lessons Then I can write about anything 1 want to, can't F"
 "I think so," replied the minister
 Pm awfully obliged to you, Mir. Driggs," the little girl said. q wish I might do something for you in re- turn
 Help me with my sermon, per haps?" he asked. smiling.
 'I would if could. Mir Driggs." ." Carolyn May yves very earnest.
 Well. now. Carolyn May, how would you go about writing a sermon if you had one to write?"
 .Oh, Mr. Driggs !'' exclaimed the little girl, clasping her hands. "I know just how I'd do it.
 You do? Tell me how, then, my dear" he returned, smiling Perhaps you have an inspiration for writing sermons that I have never yet found. '
 Why, Mir. Driggs, I'd try to write every word sos to make folks that heard it happier That's what I'd do I'd make 'em look up and see the sun | tains, way off yonder-so they'd see nothing but bright things and breathe only good air and hear birds sing oh, dear me, that-that is the way I'd write a sermon"
 The clergyman's face had grown grave as he listened to her, but he kissed her warmly as he thanked her and bade her good-by. When she had gone from the study he read again the text written at the top of the first sheet of sermon paper. IL was taken from the book of the prophet Jere- miah.
 To write every word sos to make folks that heard it happier " he mur- mured as he crumpled the sheet of pa per in his hand and dropped it in the waste-basket.
 CHAPTER xV.