all! Amen!" she said at last. "Amen!"
came solemnly from her companions.

Alma was so disturbed by this little occurrence that her whole plan for
her lesson went out of her mind. She turned with relief towards the
great book, where her mother had placed in order photographs of some of
the most beautiful pictures illustrating the life of our Saviour that
the world can boast. Alma had meant to explain and expound, but she
continued silent. As old Pelle and Nono looked reverently on as she
turned page after page, their faces glowing with reverent interest, now
and then they exchanged meaning glances or a murmured word; which
plainly showed that they understood the incidents so beautifully given
by the great artists of the past. When they came to the Christ on the
cross, their hands clasped themselves as if involuntarily, and a great
tear found its way down Pelle's worn face. The scene was really before
him. He felt himself standing on Calvary, beside the cross of his
Master.

There was a long pause. Then Alma turned slowly the next page. There,
a modern artist had pictured the bright angels falling adoringly back,
as the Saviour, shining in his glory, burst forth from the tomb.

"Risen!" said Nono joyously, with the relief of childhood that the sad
part of the holy story had now been told.

Alma passed on to the representation of the ascension. Pelle looked at
it, his eyes beaming. He raised his long finger and pointed to where a
bright cloud was for the moment half veiling the sun. "So he went, and
so he shall come again. Blessed be the name of the Lord!" burst from
the old man's lips. He was still looking towards the skies, as he
added, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus!" He bowed his aged head and sat
silent, with clasped hands. Nono and Alma followed his example. When
they looked up an astonished beholder had been added to the group under
the linden.

"How are you, Uncle Pelle?" said the voice of Frans, as he took the old
man cordially by the hand. Pelle looked at him confusedly for a
moment, and then, with apparent difficulty, brought his thoughts back
to this world, and responded to the pleasant greeting.

"Nono is to go fishing with me. I've been to the cottage, and got
permission from Mother Karin. I knew the little brownie would not stir
an inch without her leave.--So now, Nono, we are off for a good fish,
and then a good supper for you and me.--Your highness will excuse me
for interrupting yo