Article March 9, 1946 Issue

Reflecting and Collecting Good

[Of Special Interest to Children]

CLAIRE E. MOORE

"Oh , Mother, I had the loveliest day at the beach, and I found so many new shells for my collection!"

Janie's mother smiled. She was glad to have her little girl home again, and glad too that Janie had had such a good time, Janie and her family had not lived in Florida very long, and the wide white sand beaches were a source of endless fun and adventure. Someone had told Janie that the shells were the ocean's flowers, and Janie never tired of hunting for the lovely colored ones.

All evening Janie worked with her shells, picking out the perfect ones, labeling and carefully pulling each one in its place in her collection. Her eyes were shining as she brought the finished boxes to her mother, pointing out the newer and rarer shells she had found, and saying over and over again: "Look, Mother! Every shell is perfect. I haven't put in a single imperfect one."

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