But all this doesn't make me one bit less contented.

I care just as much for my few little, old books, and my two or three pictures, and our beds of sweet-williams and pinks.

They all give me such pleasure that I'm just glad I'm alive every minute .-- What are you thinking of, Mr.
Allen!" exclaimed Mercy, breaking off and coloring scarlet, as she became suddenly aware that her pastor was gazing at her with a scrutinizing look she had never seen on his face before.
"Of your future life, Mercy,--of your future life.

I am wondering what it will be, and if the dear Lord will carry you safe through all the temptations which the world must offer to one so sensitive as you are to all its beauties," replied Mr.Allen, sadly.

Mercy was displeased.