d out into the
middle of the room. Charlie was enraptured. He found it impossible
to keep his head covered, dust or no dust.

"How funny it looks, and how nice, everything seems different.
Jessie, don't you think my bed could stay out here?"

"Well, no," said Jessie, "it would be too much in the way stuck right
out in the middle of the room, but I dare say mother wouldn't mind
your having it somewhere else for a change. We'll try it, and ask
her when she comes in," and Jessie quickly swept a clear space and
pushed the bed back against the wall.

"Oh, that is nice!" said Charlie. "If I lie on my side a little I
can look out of the window and see the houses opposite, and I haven't
got the light shining right in on my eyes as I had before. It was
dreadful when my head was aching."

"I thought it must be," said Jessie sympathetically, busily sweeping
all the time. There was a great deal to be done, and she was very
anxious to have it all looking nice by the time Mrs. Lang returned.
She ran down with the bits of carpet and beat them, then she dusted
the mantelpiece and the furniture, and arranged everything in the
room to what, she thought, was the best advantage. She cleaned the
window, too, which was a great improvement to the look of the room.

Charlie was delighted. "Oh, it is nice! It looks like a new room, I
feel as if I had gone away for a change. Everything seems different.
Jessie, do go and ask Miss Patch to come and see it, will you?
She'd love to."

Jessie flew away, willingly enough, and up the stairs until she came
to the big attic at the very top of the house, which she knew was
Miss Patch's. She had not spoken to Miss Patch yet, but she had
heard a good deal about her from Charlie, who seemed very fond indeed
of her, and often bemoaned the fact that she lived at the very top of
the house now, for he very seldom saw her; she was lame and suffered
a good deal, and could not get up and down the steep stairs very
well, and he could not go up to her.

As she approached the door Jessie heard a sound of a soft voice
singing, and paused a moment to listen, she could not bear to
interrupt.

"I may not tell the reason,
'Tis enough for thee to know
That I, the Master, am teaching,
And give this cup of woe."

The singing ceased for a moment, and Jessie gently knocked at the
door.

"Come in," said the same voice brightly; "open the door, please, and
come in."

Jessie did a