Thoughtfully she returned, and thoughtfully removed the remnants of the meal.

She would then have resumed her Bible, but her hospitality had rendered it necessary that she should put on her girdle--not a cincture of leather upon her body, but a disc of iron on the fire, to bake thereon cakes ere her husband's return.

It was a simple enough process, for the oat-meal wanted nothing but water and fire; but her joints had not yet got rid of the winter's rheumatism, and the labour of the baking was the hardest part of the sacrifice of her hospitality.

To many it is easy to give what they have, but the offering of weariness and pain is never easy.

They are indeed a true salt to salt sacrifices withal.