"It's just as well; my Maria must have patience; that's all." "Patience!" thought Maria; "haven't I had it, and had it ?--But I do suppose God will attend to me when He thinks best.

Is this what they call waiting on the Lord ?" "When you come nex' time, I hope you'll bring that doggie," said Fly.
Then they went away, and the last thing Maria listened to was Fly's melodious voice; and the last thing Fly looked at was Mrs.Brooks's nose moving up and down..