with tears in her eyes.

Jessie's heart sent up gushes of sweet feeling at the sight of Mrs.
Clifton's gratitude. With some trouble she coaxed poor Madge to kiss her;
after which she and her uncle left the house.

"It is more blessed to _give_ than to _receive_," said Uncle Morris, as
they walked through the soft snow to the next cottage.

Jessie dwelt upon that remark, saying to herself, as she silently trudged
by her uncle's side--

"That is _so_, I really do believe. I always did like to _receive_, to
have those I love _give_ me something. But I really think I felt happier
in _giving_ Uncle Morris his watch-pocket, and in taking poor Madge home,
than I did in receiving my skates, or rubber boots, or any thing else I
ever had given to me. It's queer it should be so, but so it is. Yes, it
_is_ more blessed to _give_ than to _receive_. I'll remember that as long
as I live."

These musings were broken by their arrival at Mrs. Moneypenny's. Here they
found poor Jack, Guy's _protege_. He had arrived from the hospital the day
before. His leg, though still sore and stiff, was healed. Long confinement
had made his face thin and pale. But he was very glad to find himself at
home again, and was very busy helping his mother get the turkey, sent the
day before by Uncle Morris, ready for the oven.

Here again Jessie found grateful hearts. After some other remarks, the old
lady said--

"That nephew of yours is a wonderful boy, Sir. There ain't another such
boy in all Duncanville. Only think, Sir, how he, a gentleman's son, has
milked and fed my cow, twice a day, ever since my Jack, there, was hurt!
Why, Sir, we should all have been in the alms-house if it hadn't been for
him. May the dear lad never know what trouble means!"

"I'd die for Guy Carlton, any day!" said Jack, his eyes glistening with
grateful tears as he spoke.

"Rather strong language that, my lad!" observed Mr. Morris.

"Well, I would, Sir. He's been so good to my poor mother, I'd do any thing
for him. I never knew such a boy as Guy Carlton," rejoined Jack, with a
warmth that defied contradiction, if it did not carry conviction.

Having again drawn on the contents of the basket for the supply of Mrs.
Moneypenny's table, they withdrew followed by a cloud of good wishes from
the hearts and lips of Jack and his mother.

Thus from cottage to cottage they passed, like angels of mercy, making
glad the hearts of the poor.

Returning from these visits to Glen M