harles than in eating it myself."

So he brought a stool, and, placing it in the warmest corner by the
fire, made Charles sit down, and chafed his cold frozen hands, and
tried to comfort him; for Charles was greatly afflicted when he saw
that everyone hated him; but he knew that it was his own fault, and a
just punishment for his pride and bad conduct.

When Giles brought his basin of hot milk and bread for his supper, he
could not thank him for crying; and he was ashamed to eat it while
Giles went without; but he was so hungry, and the milk looked so nice,
that he did not know how to refuse it; and Giles begged him so
earnestly to eat that at last he did so, and once more felt warm and
comfortable.

Then Giles said to him: "Now, Master Charles, will you go to bed? Mine
is but a coarse, hard bed, but it is very clean." So he took the lamp
to show Charles the way to the chamber in which he was to sleep.

Charles was surprised at seeing no staircase, but only a ladder. Giles
laughed when he saw how Charles stared, and he said:

"You have been used to live in a grand house, Master Charles, and know
nothing of the shifts the poor are forced to make."

Then Charles climbed up the ladder, and Giles showed him a little
room, not much larger than a closet, with no furniture in it, but a
stump bed without any hangings, and covered with a coarse, woolen
rug. Charles Grant had never even seen such a bed before, but he was
thankful that he could get any place to sleep in, out of the cold and
snow.

Giles helped Charles to undress, for Charles was so helpless he did
not know how to undress himself. When he was going to step into bed,
Giles exclaimed:

"Will you not say your prayers before you go to bed, Master Charles?"

Charles blushed and hung down his head, for he had been so naughty
that he had not said his prayers for a long time past, and had almost
forgotten what his dear mother had taught him; and he told Giles so at
last.

"Dear, dear!" said Giles, "I never dare go to bed without saying
mine."

Then Charles said: "I am sorry I have been so naughty as to forget my
prayers; will you teach me yours, and I will never forget them again?"

Then they both knelt down by the side of the little bed, and Giles
taught Charles such prayers as he knew, and Charles went to bed much
happier than he had been for a long time.

Though the bed was hard, and the sheets brown and coarse, Charles was
so weary that he soon fell as