had said so. He would like to send her a message and tell her how
mistaken she had been. He wondered if he could.

He felt a gentle hand slip beneath his shoulders and raise him a little
and the angel commenced to feed him with something warm and sweet upon a
spoon. It tasted better than anything he had ever eaten before.

Suddenly he thought of baby. What had happened to her? Was she in heaven
too? He tried to ask the angel, but found he could not utter a word; he
was too weak and tired. The kind eyes watching him interpreted rightly
the anxious look that crossed his face; they were well accustomed to
divining the unspoken troubles of worried little minds. The angel spoke
and to Peter the voice sounded like heavenly music:

"You must not try to talk, dear. Just finish this gruel like a good boy
and then go to sleep again. Your baby sister is quite safe, and is
sleeping sweetly in her crib over in the little one's dormitory. You
shall see her in the morning if you are good now and do as I tell you."

As he finished the gruel his eyes closed wearily for a moment, and when
he opened them again there were two angels leaning over him. The second
was not nearly so lovely as the first, but her face, too, bore that
same look of heavenly sweetness which Peter felt instinctively none but
angels' faces could wear. It was the look which older people than Peter
have often marveled at; the look one sees upon the faces of those who
have died to the world and to themselves and given their entire being to
God in a life of charity and self-sacrifice.

The second angel laid her fingers on his wrist and seemed to be counting
something as she kept her eyes on a small silver watch she held in her
hand. Then she poured a spoonful of bright-colored liquid from a bottle,
and, lifting his head, bade him swallow the medicine. Unquestioningly he
obeyed, and as his head was laid back upon the pillow he felt himself
slipping away into the land of oblivion. Just as consciousness was
leaving him, he heard a voice, seemingly far away, saying:

"He will do very nicely now, Sister Agnes. It was simply a case of
starvation and complete exhaustion."

Vaguely he wondered what she meant.

GOD'S WAY.

"We have reached the summit at last, Cecile? The hill seemed unusually
steep to-night and the way unusually long."

"Yes, mother, we have reached the top at last and here is the rustic
bench on which we usually sit and watch the sun go down be