thought and feeling of which the little man carried a
big heart-full.

He was a clever doctor, and this woman he knew was poor. He did not
expect payment from her, neither did he from the white-faced, crippled
boy lying in the street, with mud on his face and clothes, and clinging
to his brown hair. But he lifted him into his carriage tenderly and
lovingly, and ordered his servant to drive quickly to the hospital.

As he raised Fe's helpless little form, something fell with a chink on
the stones; but he did not wait to see what it was then.

There in the hospital lay little Fe, and he was for many days
unconscious, and they whispered that his life must be very short, and
that he would never be strong again.

The kind little doctor, who attended him most regularly, was speaking to
a young lady one day of the poor little heir. He said, "The boy has
consumption, and the cold of the streets added to his weakness, and some
sudden shock, has so increased the disease, that I fear his days on
earth will be few."

The young lady begged the doctor to take her to see the boy as soon as
he was able. And one day, when Fe was better and well enough to sit up
in bed, to his great joy he saw once more the pretty face with the pink
and dimples, and shining curling hair; and the sight seemed to refresh
him, and make him stronger and happier.

Before she went away she told him that he should go away soon, and be
made quite well again in some beautiful country place.

This girl with the shining hair spoke in a low sweet voice to the doctor
about him; she said, "Move him to my home, doctor; don't let him die in
this hot town, where there is no air." And the doctor said, "We will try
it, but he cannot last long."

So after a few weeks my little heir was tenderly borne away from this
hot, noisy town, where he had lived but to suffer; and on the day he
left a poor starving woman found his sixpence on the muddy pavement, and
she cried for joy, and prayed over it, and bought with it bread which
helped to save the life of her poor half-famished child. So even little
Fe's sixpence brought a blessing with it.

And now Fe, who had never heard the song of the birds, or smelt the
sweet country air before, was well nursed and cared for at the home of
this girl with the shining hair. He faded gradually day by day, but he
felt at rest and happy, though his weakness was very great. At last, one
day he begged for more air, as he was faint; and th