the old lady how she had been affected by the
last kindness which she had shown to her and her brother.

"'When you sent for us, dear madam,' she said, 'we accepted your
invitation because we expected presents; but with presents we expected
also, what we had well deserved, a severe lecture. But when you spoke
to us, as you did, with such amazing kindness--when you even almost
begged our pardons if you had been hard upon us, which you never
were--when you spoke to us of our Saviour, whilst your eyes filled with
tears, we were cut to the heart and filled with shame, and we then
resolved to read the Bibles you gave us. And we never could forget your
words.

"'The work, indeed, is of God; but you, dear lady, were made the
minister of it in the commencement. You were the first person who made
me and my brother to understand that the new spirit imparted by God to
His children is the spirit of love.'

"Mrs. Symonds said much more; indeed she went on speaking till Mrs.
Howard burst into tears of joy and thankfulness.

"The little ones were frightened to see their mother and Mrs. Howard
weeping, and could not at first be made to understand that they were
crying for very joy. When they understood that Mrs. Howard was an old
dear friend of their mother's, they became happy again.

"What a pleasant party there was that evening in the bow-window! the
white cakes and fresh butter and cream were added to the feast; and
what a delightful story was there to tell to Mr. Symonds when his wife
and children got home!

"'Tell the old lady,' said Mr. Symonds, 'that I should be ever ready to
serve her to the last drop of my blood.'

"From that time," continued Mrs. Goodriche, "till the death of Mrs.
Howard, which happened in her ninetieth year, Mr. and Mrs. Symonds were
a son and daughter to her. Mary and Amelia never both left her;
sometimes one, and sometimes both, being continually with her."

"This is a beautiful story," said Lucy.

"I wish it was longer," said Henry; "can't you tell us more, ma'am?"

"Not now, my dear," said Mrs. Goodriche, "we must go in now; and,
indeed, I know not that I have any more to tell."

It was late when the family got home. As they were returning, Mrs.
Fairchild told Mr. Fairchild the story of old Mrs. Howard, which
pleased him much.

The Fair Little Lady

[Illustration: The coach came in sight]

It was not long after that delightful day at Mrs. Goodriche's, when the
children, having