VINY wanted to take supper at grandpa's.

"But I don't see how you can tonight, Viny," said her grown-up cousin. "The table is all ready, and there are so many; and don't you see there isn't any room left?"

The grown-up cousin sat down in a chair and looked at the table, and then at the little pleader, as if to settle her convictions more firmly.

But was Viny vanquished? Not she! She climbed up beside the young lady, and putting both arms about her neck, whispered, "Nellie Bly, couldn't you just slide the plates along a little, and make room for me?"

Of course she won; for who could resist that?

Thinking over the quaint little words, it came to me, how much pushing and crowding and spreading there is in the world; how our selfish selves keep saying, "There is no room, no room."

Let us make room then. "Slide along a little," and make a place for our neighbor. It isn't worth while for one to enjoy all the good things at the feast. Christ says, "Whosoever will, let him come."

Ah! Does not that mean, "Move up, and show them you want them, make a place for them?" Let us remember that there are other people in the world besides ourselves. 

"Slide along a little."