"A Sunday like this, when even the birds and the cattle, and even the flowers seem to be more glad and happy and peaceful than usual." "Oh yes," said Jessie, losing all her shyness at once, "speshally now when granp and me have Sunday-school out here.

We are going to have it every Sunday, ain't we, granp?
We shall have it out here when it is fine, but when winter comes we shall go in by the fire." Miss Grace looked at Mr.Dawson inquiringly.

"What a lovely plan," she cried enthusiastically.

"Whose idea was it, yours, Mr.Dawson ?" and Thomas, blushing a little, told her all about it.
Just as they had finished, granny came out with the tea-tray, and spreading the table again with a tempting meal, drew it up before their visitor, and while Miss Grace ate and drank, they sat and talked to her, and presently Mrs.Dawson poured into her sympathetic ear all their difficulties about the school for Jessie.

Miss Grace listened with the greatest attention, the matter seemed to interest her immensely, far more, in fact, than it did Jessie, indeed Jessie wished very much that they would talk of something else, for Miss Grace grew quite quiet and thoughtful, and ceased to notice the pretty things about her, or to talk of things that were interesting to Jessie, and Jessie was sorry.