. I
still sought Him, and found Him. He watched over me and protected me."

"Be assured, Moggy," said the Doctor, "that we are well repaid for what
we have done for you. But I must not stay. I came up with my children
to-day to see how you were. You require no doctoring, and so I must
away. Anna, however, will remain with the rest, as she has brought up a
book to read, which may interest you."

When the Doctor had gone Anna took a seat by Moggy's side, and Willie
begged Jenny to give him some employment which might be of use.

"There's little enough, my sweet young master, that is fit for you to
do," answered Jenny. "There are those few pots and pans to clean, and
some cups and saucers, and plates and spoons, and knives and forks, but
sure that's not work fit for a young gentleman's hands."

"Oh, any work is fit for me, if it is to serve Moggy," said William,
rubbing away at the articles which were placed by his side.

Anna read on in her sweet, low voice. The book contained a true history
of one who bore suffering and affliction with patience and perfect
resignation to the Divine will for long, long years, till health came
back and she enjoyed peace and happiness in this world, and departed
full of joy and hope. Moggy, who seemed deeply interested, instantly
applied the history to herself.

"That's me, that's me," she muttered. "I have got peace and comfort,
and it's a happiness to have all these loving, dear children round me."
She paused and sighed deeply, as if a recollection of the past had come
suddenly on her, for she added, "But ah, who can bring back the dead--
those who lie far, far away in their ocean grave? No joy for me here
till I know that I am departing to meet them."

"Dear Moggy," said Anna, interrupting her gently, and fearing that she
might give way to her feelings too much, "you have more than once
promised that you would give us some of your past history. We should
very much like to hear it, provided you do not dwell too long on the
more painful portions."

Moggy looked up at her with a sad expression in her eyes.

"Ah, sweet Miss Anna, you do not know what you ask," she answered. "If
I were to tell you my history without the sad portions there truly would
be little to tell; but I will not therefore deny you. It will do me
good, maybe, to know that those I love are acquainted with my griefs,
and can pity me, and as it were share them with me."

"We know that you have had so