pathy. And she would ask Christie about the poor people he visited,
and he would tell her which of them most needed her aid. And where she
was most needed young Mrs. Villiers was always ready to go.

And so it came to pass that when Christie knocked at the old attic door,
it was opened for him by Mrs. Villiers herself, who had just come there
to see a poor sick woman. She had not met Christie in that attic since
the days when they were both children, and Mabel smiled as he came in,
and said to him, "Do you remember the occasion when we met here before?"

"Yes," said Christie, "I remember it well; there were four of us here
then, Mrs. Villiers, and two out of the four have gone to the bright
city which we talked of then."

"Yes," said Mabel, with tears in her eyes; "they are waiting for us in
'Home, sweet Home.'"

The attic did not look any more cheerful that day than it had done when
old Treffy lived there. The window-panes were nearly all broken and
filled with pieces of brown paper or rag. The floor was more rotten than
ever, and the boards seemed as if they must give way when Christie
crossed the room to speak to a forlorn-looking woman who was sitting on
a chair by the smouldering fire. She was evidently very ill and very
unhappy. Four little children were playing about, and making so much
noise that Christie could hardly hear their mother speak when she told
him she was "no better, no better at all, and she did not think she ever
should be."

"Have you done what I asked you, Mrs. Wilson?" said Christie.

"Yes, sir, I've said it again and again, and the more I say it the more
miserable it makes me."

"What is it, Christie?" said Mrs. Villiers.

"It's a little prayer, ma'am, I asked her to say: 'O God, give me Thy
Holy Spirit, to show me what I am.'"

"And I think He has shown me," said the poor woman, sadly; "anyhow, I
never knew I was such a sinner; and every day as I sit here by my fire I
think it all over, and every night as I lie awake on my bed I think of
it again."

"I've brought another prayer for you to say now, Mrs. Wilson," said
Christie, "and I've written it out on a card, that you may be able to
learn it quickly: 'O God, give me Thy Holy Spirit, to show me what Jesus
is.' God has heard and answered your first prayer, so you may be sure He
will hear this one also. And if He only shows you what Jesus is, I am
sure you will be happy, for Jesus will forgive you your sin, and take
away all its hea