Her sister's cool reception, so different from what she had anticipated, had stung her heart; and sitting down near the door, she burst into a passionate fit of tears.

Jenny, who was really distressed, occasionally pressed her hand in token of sympathy, at the same time offering her cloves, peanuts and sugar-plums.

There was a brighter flush, too, than usual, on Ella's cheek, for she knew that she had done wrong, and she so jumbled together the words of her lesson, that the teacher made her repeat it twice, asking her what was the matter.
By the time Sabbath school was over, Mary had dried her tears; and determining to make one more advance towards her sister, she said, "Won't you go to mother's grave with me?
I want to tell you about little Allie.

I have taught her to call your name most as plain as _I_ can." Ella looked down at her embroidered pantalets, and hanging her head on one side, said, "Oh, it's so dusty.

I'm afraid I'll get all dirt,--and hot, too.