He know better what to do dan we do, and we must all be satisfy wid his works." Mrs.Wentworth looked at the old woman for a moment, and a bitter smile swept across her countenance.

What were words of consolation to her?
They sounded like a mockery in her heart.

She needed them not, for they brought not to life again the child whose spirit had winged its flight to eternity, but a short time since.
"Peace old woman," she replied calmly, "you know not what you say.
That," she continued, pointing to the body of Ella, "that you tell me not to mourn, but to bend to the will of God.

Pshaw! I mourn it not.
Better for the child to die than lead a beggar's life on earth." "Shame, shame missis," observed the old woman, very much shocked at what appeared to her the insensibility of Mrs.Wentworth.

"You musn't talk dat way, it don't do any good." "You know not what I mean, auntie," Mrs.Wentworth answered in a milder tone.