"I shall go and see her to-morrow," she said, "and take her something nice for her little brother.

What do you think he would like, Mrs.Bateson ?" "Bless the child, she is one of the Good Shepherd's own lambs!" exclaimed Mrs.Bateson, with tears in her eyes.
Mrs.Hankey sighed.

"It is the sweetest flowers that are the readiest for transplanting to the Better Land," she said; and once again Christopher hated her.
But Elisabeth was engrossed in the matter in hand.

"What would he like ?" she persisted--"a new toy, or a book, or jam and cake ?" "I should think a book, lovey; he's fair set on books, is Johnnie Stubbs; and if you'd read a bit to him yourself, it would be a fine treat for the lad." Elisabeth's eyes danced with joy.

"I'll go the first thing to-morrow morning, and read him my favourite chapter out of The Fairchild Family; and then I'll teach him some nice games to play all by himself." "That's a dear young lady!" exclaimed Mrs.Bateson, in an ecstasy of admiration.
"Do you think Jemima will cry when I go ?" "No, lovey; she wouldn't so far forget herself as to bother the gentry with her troubles, surely." "But I shouldn't be bothered; I should be too sorry for her.