unt Barbara
even for a few moments. Were all changed, or was the change in herself?
When she thought all around her severe, cross, or quarrelsome, must not
the fault have been in a great measure her own?

Hatty could not bear to think of her old naughty self, and she turned
with pleasure to the happy present. God had given her the wish to do
right, and granted his blessing on her sincere efforts. How near and
dear now seemed that Heavenly Father to his little one; she realized
that He was at her side; she needed not to wait until she reached home
to thank Him for his mercies. Into her heart she knew He was then
looking, and beholding her gratitude there.

Little Hatty felt very happy as she glanced round on the kind faces,
beaming lovingly on her. Surrounded by such affection, she could bear
almost anything. Yes, Hatty Lee, who once so dreaded pain, knew now that
wrong, angry feelings, in herself, or the disapproval of her earthly
parents, or the smile of her mother withdrawn, were far greater trials
than the slight sufferings her body had been called to endure.

XI.

Hatty's wounded neck and arms healed rapidly, but the red spots remained
for many days to remind all the family of the late accident, and make
them more tender than usual in their manner to the courageous little
girl.

Marcus seemed to have quite changed his opinion of his sister, and felt
called upon to treat her with marked respect, and to honor her with many
long talks on his favorite subjects.

Hatty heard his footstep in the hall, as he was returning from school
one afternoon, shortly after the accident. She knew that on that day was
to be awarded the prize for which he had so faithfully labored, and
which he had been induced to forfeit for the sake of truth.

She felt great sympathy for him, and was planning in her own mind how
she could best cheer him under his disappointment, when he threw open
the door, and with a joyous bound sprang towards her.

"Look, Hatty!" he said, as he laid on her lap the richly bound copy of
Virgil which he had so desired for its own sake, as well as a mark of
his teacher's approval.

"It is mine, given in the presence of the school, by Mr. Briggs!" said
Marcus, with a joyous smile, "And I owe it all to you, Hatty."

"I am so glad!" said Hatty, with real pleasure. "But you do not owe it
to me, Marcus."

"Yes, Hatty," continued Marcus,--"Mr. Briggs knew all about my being
late, and he was waiting for