was here
now, He could say the word, and make her well."

And then they asked, "Where is He now?" and "How can we talk to Him
now?" and "Why will He not cure Tiney now?" And Agnes tried, in the most
simple manner, to teach them the nature of the prayer of faith.

Once, when she was talking to them of our Saviour's meekness under
injuries, and telling them of His bitter sufferings, and the kindness of
His feelings towards His persecutors, the large tears rolled down their
cheeks, and Rosa made a practical application of the lesson at once, by
saying:

"The next time Tiney pinches me, cousin Agnes, I don't mean to slap her
back again."

"Nor I either," said Jessie.

And Tiney whispered, "I will _try_ and not hurt them next time."

Frank, who had been choking down something in his throat, as he sat in
his chair, said, in an unsteady voice:

"_Is it all _true_?"

"Every word of it, Franky," said Agnes.

"I've got something in my eye," said Frank, rubbing both eyes very hard
with the back of his hands; and then throwing himself on the settee, he
cried bitterly for a long time.

Agnes taught them many pretty hymns; and as they all had good voices,
and loved music dearly, they were never so happy as in singing, morning
and evening, these sweet hymns with Agnes. Even poor Tiney, who was
passionately fond of music, readily caught the tunes, though it was
almost impossible to teach her the words.

The very first Sunday that Agnes passed under the roof of Mr. Fairland,
was enough to convince her that the Sabbath day with them was passed
much like all other days. She was shocked to see novels, and other light
and trashy works, in the Lands of the Misses Fairland on this holy day,
and to hear them _howling_ snatches of opera tunes, as they ran up and
down the stairs. These young ladies sometimes went to church in the
morning, to be sure, especially if they had lately received new bonnets
from the city, which they wished to display for the envy or admiration
of their neighbors. Mrs. Fairland was too indolent to take the trouble,
even if she possessed the inclination, to appear at church; and Mr.
Fairland looked upon this seventh day of the week literally as a day of
rest, in which to recruit the exhausted energies of the body, in
preparation for the labors of another week. The day was passed by him in
looking over the newspapers, or sleeping in his large chair, with his
red silk handkerchief over his head; and towards e