The Children's Pilgrimage

into the bedroom which she shared with her brother, and taking out her needle and thread she made a neat, strong bag for the purse, and t

ck to the poor woman. Her voice, so strong and full of interest when speaking of Lovedy, had sunk to a mere whisper. She liked, however, to have her little stepdaught

ust have felt at the prospect of her stepmother's approaching death was not just now reali

rs. To shirk this duty would not be possible to a nature such as hers. No, she must go through with it; she had registered

saying to herself, "I will find L

ce to face with the handsome, willful girl, whom she yet must utterly fail to understand; for it would have been comple

r with a sense of relief that perhaps Lovedy's Aunt Fanny was the guilty person, and that she herself was quite innocent; her aunt, who was powerful and strong, had been unkind, and had n

ed, but not asleep. When the first dawn came in thr

broke, and this is the day the

he shutters wid

fast enough. Cecile, ain't it a queer thing to b

stepmother?" ask

? I never had no time. I never h

thought you had lots of time. You aren't at all a young woman,

g I married; and afore I married, I had only time for play and pleasure; and then afterward Lovedy came, and her father died, and I had to think on my grief, and how to bring up Lovedy. I had no time to remember about dying dur

u never did have no time,

D'Albert, in a fretful, anxious key. "I ha' got t

long to get ready," answered

now, and answer me this: Do you believe as God 'ull be very angry with a

about God. Father didn't know, nor my own mother; and you sa

ild, go o

a doorstep to rest; and a girl come up, and she looked tired too, and she had some crochet in her hand; and she took out her cro

lad that Je

oves ev

I couldn't help asking her what it meant. I said, 'Please, English girl, I'm only a little French

Jesus is-Jesus is--Oh! I don't know how to tell you; but He

es everybod

hymn say so? Jesu

ause you're very, very good,

wasn't good, though she did try to be. But Jesus loved everybo

said one thing more, 'Oh, what a comfort to thin

tle tale, Mrs. D'Albert had clos

Jesus loves everybody?' It do seem nice to hear t

'Our Father,'"

ees and say it earnest; sa

ceased, Mrs. D'Albert opened her eyes,

, bitter sorry as I never took no time to ge

d look came into the poor, hungry eyes; a moment lat