elps her mother, so that in
time she will become quite a useful girl to their kind and generous
benefactress.

But who are those two neat young girls who are coming down the path
towards the lodge, looking so bright and cheerful? Surely one is Lizzie
Stevens, and the other Sally Grimes? Yes, indeed, and the housekeeper
says she "never had two better servants, so willing and steady," than
our two young friends. So Sally's ambition is realised; she is a
servant, and a good one too, for trusty Sally never did anything by
halves.

And Mrs. Flanagan?

If you will walk across the meadow by that narrow raised path, you will
see a cosy cottage adjoining the dairy. There is Mrs. Flanagan, with
sleeves tucked up above her elbows, busily making butter; it reminds her
of the years long ago, when she used to do the dairy-work at the farm,
and had never known a care. But she is happy even now, for outside the
window is Nora, cheerful and contented, feeding the poultry, who gather
round her, clucking noisily, while some white pigeons have flown down
from the dove-cot, and one has alighted on her shoulder, and Nora's
merry laugh is as music to the mother's ear.

There is some one scouring milk-pans in the yard, but whose features are
almost hidden by a large black bonnet; who is it? The face turns towards
us, and we see Sally Grimes' mother!

So we leave all our old friends, peaceful and happy, doing their duty
faithfully to the noble lady, who, though surrounded by all the world
holds dear--riches--yet had sympathy for the poor ones of the earth, and
pity for their sorrows.

She had resided many years abroad, but on returning to England and
re-forming her establishment, had chosen these honest hard-working
friends of ours to serve her. She learned from others how they had
striven to live, and how they had each endeavoured to do their Heavenly
Master's work as He had appointed; patient under privations, and tender
to others, doing as they would be done by.

And thus sunshine had come to brighten the hitherto dreary paths of
their struggling lives, though even in their darkest hours our humble
friends had never forgotten that

"Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face."

And how gratefully did they now lift up their hearts to Him who "careth
for us!" And when Mrs. Flanagan and Mrs. Grimes met at Mrs. Turner's, as
they very often did when their work was done, they would contrast their
present happy lot with t