The Children's Pilgrimage

out the gold she had been so carefully saving, putting by here a pound and there a pound, until the bank held a goodly sum

must look out for a fresh home, and that

of patient industry. In her position she could have been dishonest, and it would be untrue to deny that the temptation to be dishonest when no one would be the wiser, when not a soul could possibly ever know, had come to her more than once. But she had never yet yielded to the temptation. "No, no," she had said to her own heart, "I w

ely she had a right to enjoy, and feel secure and

e to her. She had been tempted to invest two hundred pounds in an unlimited company. Twenty per cent. she was to receive

uneasy by a letter from Mr. Preston, h

d this money. She had d

y company. And if it went, all Lydia's money, all the s

id that same morning, he c

for her. He would go to Londo

mistress of the farm. She was never particularly kind to the children; but now, f

ked querulously for Mercy, but no Mercy, real or imaginary, ever came near her; and then her old mind would wander off from the land of Beulah, where she really lived, right across to the Celestial City at the oth

d suffer most from Lydia's b

s were over, and there was nothing for them but to spend the whole day in their attic bedroom. Here the wind howled fiercely. The badly-fitting window in the roof not only shook, but let in plenty of rain. And Maurice cried from cold and fright. In his London home he had never undergo

about the cold and discomfort for themselve

now in Cecile's arms with flushed cheeks. His little hands and feet, however, were icy cold. How Cecile

o do for herself. She went downstairs, poked about until she found Lydia Purcell, and then in a t

the request, the

ire even if you were to light

om cold, and you don't like us to stay in the

re of you and your brother, and the odious dog, has never come. You have been living on me for near three months now, and not a blessed sixpence have I had for my trouble. That uncle, or cousin, or

s did come to the day-always exactly to the day, it never failed. Father used to say our cousin who had bought

er soon and a check into the bargain, out you and Maurice will have to go. I'm a poor woman myself, and

you send us, Mrs. Purcell, please

ow where, child-to t

ever heard o

is it a nice place?"

d and held u

u nothing about the Union. You wait till you see it. You're so queer, maybe you'll like it.

Toby come too?

f rope for Toby. He'll be managed chea