ngs
of others, of duties neglected, of selfishness--known to no one but
herself--and her heart grew shamed and very humble. How many times since
she had come home had she not preached what she did not practise?

"But," went on Mr. Carlyle sadly, "I love better the words of a more
kindly singer, one who shows us not only the mountain-top, but helps us up
the steep, rough path to it:

"'If you would help to make the wrong things right,
Begin at home, there lies a life-time's toil.
Weed your own garden fair for all men's sight,
Before you plan to till another's soil.'

"Shall we try to do that, my Audrey, you, and little Tom, and I?
I think we should be happier:

"'If you are sighing for a lofty work,
If great ambitions dominate your mind,
Just watch yourself, and see you do not shirk
The common little ways of being kind.'"

With his other arm around her the trio strolled away across the moor.
"We all need kindness so much, and forbearance. In this world we cannot
get on without them. Shall we start fresh from to-day, Audrey?"

Audrey looked at her father through tear-filled eyes, her lips were
quivering. "Oh father, father, I want to--but I don't know how."

"There is only one way, dear. By constant striving against our failing,
and by constant prayer. We cannot succeed by ourselves, we should only
meet with certain failure. But if we place our hand in God's hand we know
that though we may stumble and totter many times, we cannot fail
entirely."

A few minutes later she was kneeling beside Debby, where she still lay
sobbing heartbrokenly.

"Debby dear, I have picked some heath and some dear little ferns.
If Keith will help me, we will make such a pretty grave for poor little
Rudolph, up here on the moor. Would you like that?"

For a moment Debby looked at her in speechless surprise. "Could it be
cross Audrey speaking so gently?" Then her arms were flung out and around
her eldest sister's neck, "Oh, Audrey," she cried, "oh Audrey, I am so
glad you care too. Though he wasn't--_very_ pretty, he was such a
darling, and I do, I want everyone to feel sorry that he is dead--but I
thought you didn't."

And Audrey returned the embrace. "I do Debby dear, I do. I can't tell
you how dreadfully sorry I am."

When, an hour later, the whole party turned their faces homeward, one of
Debby's hands was clasped in Audrey's, the other in Keith's. Audrey
carried