_A CUPBOARD OF RUBBISH._
"What are you searching for?" asked Agnes, entering the schoolroom the
next morning, which was littered over from end to end. Her brothers and
sisters were busily engaged in turning out a large cupboard, and the
contents were scattered all over the room.
They looked up with rather flushed faces.
"Oh, Agnes," exclaimed Minnie eagerly, "we are sorting my old toys over,
to see what I can spare."
"What for?" asked Agnes.
"Don't you know? Why, for those poor little children who haven't any
toys or pleasures!"
"Which children? I never heard."
"Didn't you? not what mother told us the other day?"
"No," said Agnes, sitting down by the fire and surveying the confusion
with some curiosity.
"Then _I'll_ tell you," burst out Hugh.
"Yes, you tell her," said Minnie.
"Well, they say that there are numbers and numbers of children who have
hardly any enjoyment in their lives, who are sick and full of suffering,
lying on beds with nothing to do, or seated in chairs from which they
cannot move. The kind people at the hospital do all they can for them,
you know, Agnes; but of course they must spend their money on necessary
things, and on beds and food, and they cannot afford to buy toys."
"Well?" said Agnes.
"Mother told us that _anything_ almost would be a treat to these poor
little things, and so we are seeing what we have got."
"But this is all rubbish," said Agnes, speaking regretfully, for she
felt sorry to disappoint her eager brothers and sisters.
They were not so easily daunted, however, having heard what very old
toys give infinite delight to the poor little invalids, and Hugh
answered:
"But you see, Agnes, these are for their very own, and when we have
mended them----"
"Oh, if they are mended, of course, that is a different thing," said
Agnes.
"So we shall," said Minnie; "see, the glue-pot is on already, and we are
going to begin soon."
"The worst is," said Hugh, "where shall we begin, this is in such a
muddle."
"I will help you," said Agnes kindly, "if you will give me any idea of
what you mean to send."
"Well," said John, who had been persuaded to help, "here are some
dominoes. You know we've that nice new set, and there are a good many of
these, only the box is broken. What could we do for a box, Agnes?"
"Would a little bag do?"
John looked doubtful; but Alice, who had been busily sorting out while
the others had been talking, seized upon the idea of a bag as the very
thing, and wrote down on a piece of paper, "Wanted, a bag for dominoes."
"Very well," said Agnes; "now what next?"
"Here is a little horse with his head off; but I know the head is
somewhere, and we shall come across it presently."
"That's for the glueing heap, then?"
"Oh, yes! Thank you, Agnes; now we shall get on," said Minnie.
"Here is a lot of small furniture, but it is very broken," said Hugh.
"Perhaps a few of them will do. Have you the box?"
"Here is an empty one."
"Perhaps you have a little dolly to put in with them?"
Alice went to a corner and produced a dilapidated Dutch doll.
"I will put her on a new frock while you sort the things," said Agnes.
"Here is a bit of pink chintz," answered Minnie; "and here are my
scissors to 'pink' the edges."
The heap for glueing was fast increasing, and John said he had better
begin, while the others collected for him.
"We have agreed not to quarrel over it," he added, smiling, "but to do
whatever comes first, because----"
"Because?" said Agnes.
Minnie came close to her, and said softly, "We are trying to do
something for _His_ sake, you know. Agnes."
"I see," said Agnes; "I am so glad."
But though the glueing might be pleasant work, the sorting out such a
heap of _debris_ was a tiring thing, and taxed the patience of the
children very much. Agnes sat by, helping with advice and interest, and
feeling deep down in her heart that she was giving her little service to
the Lord Jesus too. Had she not left the piano, where she had but just
opened a new song? Had she not made all her arrangements to have an
hour's practice this morning, when she could be certain of the piano to
herself? But all this had been put aside, and now she heard the tender
voice whispering, "Thou hast been faithful over a few things...enter
into the joy of thy Lord."
And even now she was tasting that joy, which, some day, all who love
Him, shall know in its fulness.
At last the floor was clear, and Hugh ran downstairs with a basketful of
real rubbish, while the table now held many heaps, over which careful
Alice kept guard.
"Not there," she would say, as a contribution was brought; "that must be
for this heap, and those broken toys for John to glue."
When Hugh returned with his empty basket, they surveyed the present
results of their labours. A heap of already mended toys, carefully bound
together with thin string; a lot of pictures and scraps to be pasted
into old copy books, of which several lay at hand; two or three very old
dolls, which were to be freshened up, some with a little soap and water,
some with a bit of odd ribbon, some with a new glazed lining frock, just
run together and snipped out at the bottom; a few boxes containing the
remains of dolls' furniture, dominoes, little cups and saucers, and the
like; an old six-penny watch, with a bit of pink tape for a guard; and
last, an old doll's perambulator, which John was now busily engaged in
renovating.
Minnie looked at the things, while a deep sigh escaped her, "I wish we
could do more," she said, "but we have so little money."
"We must remember," said Agnes, "that God accepts, not according to what
we have _not_, but according to what we have."
"Yes," said Hugh; "and if we were to sit down to do nothing because we
have no money to spend, quite thirty little children would go without
what will give them a good many hours' pleasure."
"So they would," answered Minnie, looking more cheerful; "so now I will
set about making the best of what I have."
It took a good many days before all the things were really completed;
and sometimes they were tempted to get tired and give up; but one or
other of them would remember for whom they had agreed to work, and this
nerved them to make a fresh endeavour.
At last all was done. A box was found to send the things in, and the
pleasant task of actually packing it was begun.
Agnes told them to let her know when everything was ready, and now came
in, bearing a little tray-full of tiny bags of net, filled with
sugar-plums.
She proceeded to tie one on each toy or doll, and placed one in a sly
corner in the various toy boxes.
"Oh, Agnes, how kind of you!" they all exclaimed.
So the packing went on with great zest.
They all clubbed together to pay the carriage of the box by the Parcels
Delivery Company, and with great pride Alice wrote the label, and pasted
it on. Then Hugh and John carried the package into the hall, and when
they came up again they all looked at each other with happy faces.
"I thought it would never get done," said Minnie.
"Did you?" asked Alice; "there is nothing like perseverance to get
things finished."
"It is bringing forth fruit with _patience_," said Agnes.
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