ith fearless, shining eyes, as
much as to say,--

"Thank you, little lady. If all children were as good and kind to us
wild creatures as you at Firgrove are, we should have a better time of
it than many of us often have."

He brought primrose roots from the glen, and planted a bank with them
behind the house. He filled the rockeries with rare ferns, and covered
over all the waste corners about the grounds with delicate anemones,
variegated hyacinths, and the sweet, wild white bluebell, rifled from
the darkest recesses of Copsley Wood.

He carved curious wooden animals and toys for Eric, attracting the
little fellow so strongly to himself that often he would cry for
"Bam'o," and stay quite happily with him for hours, when all poor
Perry's nursery tricks had failed to divert him from brooding over a
coming tooth or some other infant ailment. Nurse soon grew to count the
dwarf among her blessings at Firgrove; while Miss Alice used to smile,
and say to her friend Dr. King that she did not know how ever the
children had amused themselves before he came.

And day by day, by his little acts of fore-thought for others and
loving-kindness towards all with whom he came in contact, he showed them
what a Happy Land even the humblest, the youngest can create around
them, what an atmosphere of love, what a foretaste of the existence
whose essence is love, because God is its centre--that heaven wherein
the pure in heart shall dwell for evermore!

And what of Bambo himself? How can one picture or describe such deep
happiness as his? He was well aware that he could not live long. At any
time a cold or a chill might hasten the end, yet the knowledge caused
him no real regret. During his years of loneliness and privation he had
learned to regard death as an open door through which he should escape
from drudgery, ill-treatment, desolation, into the rest, the love, the
happiness that remain to the children of God in that home where there
is no death, "neither sorrow, nor crying, nor any more pain: for the
former things are passed away." Now, the wretchedness was all behind.
His daily path was hedged around by affection and watchfulness; but
Bambo felt that it could not continue. His friends would by-and-by weary
of their self-imposed burden. The children would grow up, go away, form
new friendships, find fresh interests in life, and where should he be
then? No, no; life was a grand, a satisfying, a beautiful thing for the
clever, the