A dreary present and a well-nigh hopeless future.

No, they have a future, if they knew it, and we must tell them." "I know Mrs.Burns," Lily said, after a pause; "she sends several children to my school.

Poor, pathetic little things, half-clad and wistful-eyed.

They make my heart ache; they are so hungry for love, and so quick to learn." As they passed the Burns farm, they looked for the wife, but she was not to be seen.

The children had evidently gone up to the little white school-house at the head of the lane.