ow, Susy, what is it?" said Mrs. Holmes, looking for the first
time attentively at the child. "Don't cry, my dear, the little fellow
will live; but what was that you said to me about _not_ being Susy?"

"Oh! I must tell you," cried Netty; "I know you'll turn me out, but it
doesn't matter now, for you have saved baby's life."

And then she did tell her story; with sobs, bitter sobs, she told it,
and somehow Mrs. Holmes had never felt nearer crying in her life than as
she listened.

At last the poor little accusing voice was silent, and Netty looked up
with swollen eyes of misery to receive her sentence.

"You did very wrong, of course, Netty," said Mrs. Holmes; "and I shall
be obliged to tell my Vicar, for we must enquire immediately where Tom
and Susy Minchin really were. But, my dear child, I am not going to be
very angry with you. I think when Daniel suffered so much this morning
you received your punishment, and I am not going to give you another. I
mean to forgive you, and to try to give you a chance in life."

"Oh, you're an angel," said poor Netty; "will you be my friend even
though I have done this?"

"You must promise never to do anything of the kind again."

"Do you think I would want to?" said Netty; "and will you please forgive
Ben too, ma'am; he isn't bad really, but we did so _pine_ to look at
the sea. We had never seen it, and it was _such a big temptation_."

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"I quite understand," said Mrs. Holmes, and she stooped and kissed
Netty. "I will come round this evening to your house in order to see
your Mother," she said. "I am going to be your friend in the future."

Mrs. Holmes was as good as her word. The baby quickly got well again,
Netty and Ben were forgiven, and were made _bona-fide_ scholars at the
Sunday-school. When the school feast came round the following year they
were able to go to the feast, and as a matter of course had tickets; but
a greater treat was in store, for there was a special ticket sent by the
Ladies' Committee to no less a person than Dan himself. He was the only
baby allowed to come, and he had his own ticket.

The Other Carews.

By

M. B. Manwell.

"Don't you _wish_ that the other Carews could come to our birthday
party?" wistfully said Clary, the only girl among Doctor John Carew's
"seven little pickles," as he called them.

"They would come like a shot if Uncle George would allow them, I know,"
observed Mark, the second Carew boy, with th