this is
in the Revelation too; listen. This must be what those other verses
mean: 'They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither
shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living
fountains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears from their
eyes.'"

As if a thrill from some chord of an angel's harp had reached them, the
children were still for a moment.

"I don't believe the people are happy in Lilac Lane," said Matilda.

"Maybe they are," said Ailie. "But I guess they can't be. People that
are not good can't be happy."

"And Jesus has given us the message to take to everybody," said
Matilda; "and when we come up there to that supper, and He asks us if
we took the message to the people in the lane, what shall we say? I
know what I would like to say."

"But there are other people, besides in the lane," said Ailie.

"We must take it to them too," said Mary Edwards.

"We _can't_ take it to everybody."

"No; only to _everybody that we can_," said Matilda. "Just think how
glad some of those people will be, when they hear it. What should we do
if Mr. Richmond had never told it to us?"

Ailie bit her lip. Whether by design or not, Mary Edwards turned to her
Testament and read the next words that followed in course.

"And there went great multitudes with Him: and He turned, and said unto
them, If any man come unto me, and hate not his father, and mother, and
wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life
also, he cannot be my disciple."

And seeing Mr. Ulshoeffer coming to open the door, the little conclave
broke up. The children and teachers came pouring in for the
Sunday-School.

Going out after it was over, Matilda noticed a face she had not seen; a
boy older than herself, but not very old, standing near the door,
looking at the small crowd that trooped along the aisle. The thought
came to Matilda that he was a new scholar, and if so, somebody ought to
welcome him; but nobody did, that she could see. He stood alone,
looking at the people as if they were strange to him; with a good,
bright, wide-awake face, handsome and bold. Matilda did not want to
take the welcoming upon herself, but she thought somebody should do it;
and the next minute she had paused in front of the stranger.

"Is this the first time you have been here?" she asked, with a kind of
shy grace. The boy's bright e