d at her, then stooped and
kissed her. "You are Jessie, I know," she said kindly. "I have seen
you in church with your granny and grandfather."

"Yes, miss," said Jessie shyly, not quite knowing what to say, but
feeling that something was expected of her, "and I have seen you
there."

Mrs. Dawson came out of the house, and Miss Grace shook hands with
her. "You must wonder to see me here at this time of day, Mrs.
Dawson," she said brightly. "The organist at Hanford is ill, and I
have been out there to play the organ at the morning and afternoon
services; I was on my way home when I caught sight of you all in your
pretty garden, and I couldn't resist coming in to join you."

"I'm sure we're very glad you did, miss," said Patience warmly.
"And you haven't had any tea yet, Miss Grace, I'll be bound now."

Miss Barley smiled and shook her head. "No, I have not, I am really
on my way to it, but I would rather sit here for a few moments first,
though, and talk to you."

"You can do both, miss, if you will," said Patience hospitably.
"I was about to clear the tea-things away, thinking they looked
untidy, when Jessie stopped me. She was sure you would like a piece
of apple-pie and cream, and I was sure you'd like a cup of tea with
it; so the kettle is on and I'll have a cup ready in a minute if
you'll excuse my leaving you. Thomas, give Miss Grace a chair," and
Patience bustled away into the house delighted.

Mr. Dawson brought out another chair, and he and Jessie seated
themselves one on each side of their visitor. Miss Barley withdrew
her admiring gaze from the distant view.

"Don't you love Sunday, Jessie?" she asked, laying her hand gently on
the little girl's shoulder. "A Sunday like this, when even the birds
and the cattle, and even the flowers seem to be more glad and happy
and peaceful than usual."

"Oh yes," said Jessie, losing all her shyness at once, "speshally now
when granp and me have Sunday-school out here. We are going to have
it every Sunday, ain't we, granp? We shall have it out here when it
is fine, but when winter comes we shall go in by the fire."

Miss Grace looked at Mr. Dawson inquiringly. "What a lovely plan,"
she cried enthusiastically. "Whose idea was it, yours, Mr. Dawson?"
and Thomas, blushing a little, told her all about it.

Just as they had finished, granny came out with the tea-tray, and
spreading the table again with a tempting meal, drew it up before
their visitor, and