ately restored to his lost position, and Swiller was
degraded, besides being made to stand behind a large tree for a quarter
of an hour in forced inaction, so that he might have time to meditate on
the evil consequences of disobedience.

"Take care, Robin," said Hetty, to a very small but astonishingly
energetic fellow, at her end of the see-saw, who was impressed with the
notion that he was doing good service by wriggling his own body up and
down, "if you go on so, you'll push Lilly Snow off."

Robin, unlike Dick, was obedient. He ceased his efforts, and thereby
saved the last button which held his much too small waistcoat across his
bare bosom.

"What a sweet face the child she calls Lilly Snow has--if it were only
clean," observed Welland. "A little soap and water with a hair brush
would make her quite beautiful."

"Yes, she is very pretty," said the missionary and the kindly smile with
which he had been watching the fun vanished, as he added in a sorrowful
voice, "her case is a very sad one, dear child. Her mother is a poor
but deserving woman who earns a little now and then by tailoring, but
she has been crushed for years by a wicked and drunken husband who has
at last deserted her. We know not where he is, perhaps dead. Five
times has her home been broken up by him, and many a time has she with
her little one been obliged to sit on doorsteps all night, when
homeless. Little Lilly attends our Sunday-school regularly, and Hetty
is her teacher. It is not long since Hetty herself was a scholar, and I
know that she is very anxious to lead Lilly to the Lord. The sufferings
and sorrows to which this poor child has been exposed have told upon her
severely, and I fear that her health will give way. A day in the
country like this may do her good perhaps."

As the missionary spoke little Lilly threw up her arms and uttered a cry
of alarm. Robin, although obedient, was short of memory, and his
energetic spirit being too strong for his excitable little frame he had
recommenced his wriggling, with the effect of bursting the last button
off his waistcoat and thrusting Lilly off the plank. She was received,
however, on Hetty's breast, who fell with her to the ground.

"Not hurt, Hetty!" exclaimed the missionary, running forward to help the
girl up.

"Oh! no, sir," replied Hetty with a short laugh, as she rose and placed
Lilly on a safer part of the see-saw.

"Come here, Hetty," said John Seaward, "and rest a w