u like His will better than your own; so
much, that you would rather please Him than please yourself."

"How can I get that, Mr. Richmond?"

"Where we get all other good things. Ask the Lord to reveal Himself in
your heart, so that the love of Him may take full possession."

The walk was silent for the greater part of the remaining way--silent
and pleasant. The colours of sunset faded away, but a cool, fair, clear
heaven carried on the beauty and the wordless speech of the earlier
evening. At Matilda's gate Mr. Richmond stopped, and holding her hand
still, spoke with a bright smile.

"I will give you a text to think about and pray over, Matilda."

"Yes, Mr. Richmond."

"Keep it, and think of it, and pray about it, till you understand it,
and love it."

"Yes, Mr. Richmond. I will."

"The words are these. You will find them in the fourth chapter of the
Second Epistle to the Corinthians."

"In the fourth chapter of the Second Epistle to the Corinthians. Yes,
sir."

"These are the words. 'Always bearing about in the body the dying of
the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in
our body.' Good night."

CHAPTER IV.

Matilda thought so much over Lilac Lane and the words Mr. Richmond had
given her, that Maria charged her with being unsociable. Much Matilda
wished that she could have talked with her sister about those same
words; but Maria was in another line.

"You are getting so wrapped up in yourself," she said, "there is no
comfort in you. I might as well have no sister; and I guess Aunt Candy
means I shan't. She gives you all the good times, up in her room, among
the pretty things; I am only fit for washing dishes. Well, it's her
opinion; it isn't mine."

"I don't have a good time up there, Maria, indeed. I would a great deal
rather be down here washing dishes, or doing anything."

"What do you go there for, then?"

"I have to go."

"We didn't use to _have_ to do anything, when mamma was living. I
wouldn't do it, if I were you, if I didn't like it."

"I don't like it," said Matilda; "but I think I ought to do what Aunt
Candy wishes, as long as it is not something wrong."

"She'll come to that," said Maria; "or it'll be something you will
think wrong; and then we shall have a time! I declare, I believe I
shall be glad!"

"What for, Maria?"

"Why! Then I shall have you again. You'll come on my side. It's lonely
to have the dirty work all to myself. I don't suppose