To-morrow I will get a cord and two rings to screw into the frame at the back, and then we will hang it just as it should be.' 'Perhaps we could put it in a better light,' Madame Bernard suggested.
'The room is so dark now that one cannot judge of that.' 'He must be where he can see me,' Angela said.
Her friend looked puzzled, and the young girl smiled again, quite naturally.
'I am not dreaming,' she said, as if answering a question not spoken.
'I do not mean that the picture can really see, any more than I believe that what they call "miraculous images" of saints are the saints themselves! But when I see the eyes of the portrait looking straight at me, I feel that he himself must see me, from where he is; and he will see me do my part, as he has done his.

At least, I hope I may.' She went to her own room, and Madame Bernard followed her to light the little lamp for her as she had always done of late.

But to-day Angela insisted on doing it herself.
'You must not wait on me any more,' said the girl.

'I have been very idle for weeks, but I did not understand, and you will forgive me, because you are so good and kind.' 'You are a little angel, my dear!' cried Madame Bernard, much affected.

'They did right to name you Angela!' But Angela shook her head, as she put the paper shade over the cheap lamp, and then went to the window to close the inner shutters before drawing the chintz curtains.
'I have been a very useless little angel,' she answered, 'and I am sorry for it.