God will not be your friend if you deceive any one.

And now go to your mother, she will put you to bed." Lydia made a curtsey, and said, "Good-night, ma'am." She went to Mrs.
Weston, and bade her good-night too.

Then turning toward Alice, she gazed wonderingly at her pale face.
"Is you got de headache now, Miss Alice ?" "Not much," said Alice, gently.
"Good night, miss," said Lydia, with another curtesy, and she softly left the room.

"Oh, mammy," she said, as she entered her mother's cabin, "Miss Janet say, if I'm a good child, God will love me much as he loves Miss Alice, if I is black.

Miss Alice is so white to-night; you never see'd her look as white as she do to-night." * * * * * Mr.Weston alighted from his horse, and hurried to the sitting-room, "Have you waited tea for me ?" he said.