ed into her mind.
"For myself, father?" she repeated.

"All for yourself," said Mr. Mathieson, buttoning up his money with a
very satisfied air. Nettie said no more, only ate her breakfast a little
quicker after that. It was time, too; for the late hours of some of the
family always made her in a hurry about getting to Sunday-school; and
the minute Nettie had done, she got her bonnet, her Sunday bonnet--the
best she had to wear--and set off. Mrs. Mathieson never let her wait for
anything at home _that_ morning.

This was Nettie's happy time. It never troubled her, that she had
nothing but a sun-bonnet of white muslin, nicely starched and ironed,
while almost all the other girls that came to the school had little
straw bonnets trimmed with blue and pink and yellow and green ribbons;
and some of them wore silk bonnets. Nettie did not even think of it; she
loved her Sunday lesson, and her Bible, and her teacher, so much; and
it was such a good time when she went to enjoy them all together. There
was only a little way she had to go; for the road where Mrs. Mathieson
lived, after running down a little further from the village, met another
road which turned right up the hill to the church; or Nettie could take
the other way, to the main village street, and straight up that.
Generally she chose the forked way, because it was the emptiest.

Nettie's class in the Sunday-school was of ten little girls about her
own age; and their teacher was a very pleasant and kind gentleman, named
Mr. Folke. Nettie loved him dearly; she would do anything that Mr. Folke
told her to do. Their teacher was very apt to give the children a
question to answer from the Bible; for which they had to look out texts
during the week. This week the question was, "Who are happy?" and Nettie
was very eager to know what answers the other girls would bring. She was
in good time, and sat resting and watching the boys and girls and
teachers as they came in, before the school began. She was first there
of all her class; and watching so eagerly to see those who were coming,
that she did not know Mr. Folke was near till he spoke to her. Nettie
started and turned.

"How do you do?" said her teacher, kindly. "Are you quite well, Nettie,
this morning?" For he thought she looked pale and tired. But her face
coloured with pleasure and a smile shone all over it, as she told him
she was very well.

"Have you found out who are the happy people, Nettie?"

"Yes, Mr. Fol