What a comfort you must be to each other! what a divine work has been given to you both to do,--to bring up that motherless little creature, who must owe her very life and happiness to you!' She lay and looked at me with an expression of bewildered astonishment, and at this moment Miss Locke opened the door, carrying a little tea-tray for her sister.

I had a glimpse of Kitty curled up on the mat outside the door, with the skipping-rope still in her hand.

She had evidently been listening to the singing, for she crept away, but in the distance I could hear her humming 'Ye banks and braes' in a sweet childish treble that was very harmonious and true..