Little Tora, The Swedish Schoolmistress and Other Stories

instead of Sunday, was really his day of rest. His last sermon having been delivered, fairly given over to his hearers to be digested, the new one was n

he added day by day to the lengthening chain-a perpetual wearying we

the listeners were undergoing a helpful and uplifting process through what the curate was pleased to say to them. He was reverenced and beloved, as he well deserved to be, and was to his

dropped the pastor, and w

plot, through which a wide walk went straight, without a curve or a compromise,

was large and well cared for. Now the weekly weeding was going on, the father sitting like a general at a distance from the battle, but in constant communication with the soldiers in full fight in the cause of o

asleep. So the curate could not be said to be exactly idle, though he was taking a delicious morning rest. His wife meanwhile-a large-hearted, practical woman-was making all things comfortable in the house, with the help of her efficient aide-de-camp, an orphan girl snatched from the influences of the poorhouse

the front gate was heard, and almost i

alk, and dotted it at regular intervals with the distinct

anger who had sat near the chancel the day before, though her dress was somewhat different from her Sunday attire. She wore a black sailor hat, from which she had that morning removed the uplifted wings that threatened to take the whole head-gear upward, and had left only the broad, bright band that wound rou

face, and he said: "It is not-it cannot be! no," and he turned to the group of small boys, now all standing, some of them weeds in hand, wonderingly regarding the stranger. "Here, Kael," said the father

. She was turning away with her guide, when the

an take Marget this instead from me," and she picked from her favourite b

ot send to the widow what might to a stranger seem like alms, but which

, where a little path showed that he was not the first to

heeriness of a child, and at the same time dignity and a wisdom in this world's matters, as well as "the wisdom that cometh from above." He received no answer, and so said himself: "She was in church yesterday when you were at little Fia's death-b

rom the baby, which swept all other expressions from the face