THE KIND HEARTS CLUB 85 
a model, and each boy must strive to make the best copy 
that he can!” 
“That'll be bully!” cried Tommy Todd, adding, ‘and 
I think it is just fine of you to let us use those tools that 
belonged to — to—”’ And here Tommy faltered for the 
right word. 
“To my husband,” said Gray Lady, very gently, and 
the children saw the little mist that veiled her eyes, and 
understood better than words could tell them why gray 
hair framed the face that was still young and why there 
were no gay colours in her dress, — in short, it came to 
them why their Gray Lady earned her name, and yet was 
never sad nor wished to sadden others. 
““S’pose we haven’t all got jack-knives — that is, ones 
that’ll cut?’ piped little Jared Hill, blushing red at having 
dared to speak. He was the smallest boy in the school 
and lived with his grandparents, who, though well-to-do, 
evidently believed it sinful to spend money for anything 
but food and clothing, for the only Christmas presents 
Jared ever had were those from the Sunday-school tree, 
and though he was seven years old he had never owned a 
knife. 
“Tf I lend the girls thimbles and scissors, I must, of 
course, lend the boys jack-knives, and give them an equal 
chance of earning them for their very own!” And from 
that moment Jared Hill firmly believed that angels and 
good fairies had fluffy gray hair and wore shimmering 
gray garments that smelled of fresh violets, like Gray 
Lady. 
“Let me see,”’ said she, glancing at a little calendar in a 
silver frame that stood upon her desk, “two weeks from 
