It's a beautiful story!" "No," she said, imperiously, "to-night.

Read it now! Go on!" she said, stamping her foot, "don't you hear me ?" The Pilot gazed in surprise at her, and then turning to the old man, said: "Shall I ?" The Old Timer simply nodded and the reading went on.

Those were not my best days, and the faith of my childhood was not as it had been; but, as The Pilot carried us through those matchless scenes of self-forgetting love and service the rapt wonder in the child's face as she listened, the appeal in her voice as, now to her father, and now to me, she cried: "Is THAT true, too?
Is it ALL true ?" made it impossible for me to hesitate in my answer.

And I was glad to find it easy to give my firm adherence to the truth of all that tale of wonder.

And, as more and more it grew upon The Pilot that the story he was reading, so old to him and to all he had ever met, was new to one in that listening group, his face began to glow and his eyes to blaze, and he saw and showed me things that night I had never seen before, nor have I seen them since.