And yet, though I cannot now keep the tears from my eyes, I will not say that I am unhappy.

Thus far, all things necessary for me have come.

I yet have my little flock together, and a place that bears the sacred name of home." I looked into Helen's face, over which tears were falling, and wondered if I were not dreaming.

At school she had been the favourite of all, she was so full of good humour, and had such a cheerful, peace-loving spirit.

Her parents were poor, but respectable people, who died when Helen was fifteen years old.