, though Willie was
much more beautiful. You have noticed, no doubt, that Moggy wears a
clean plaid--"

"Oh, yes," interrupted Lucy; "I have observed that."

"That was the plaid that Willie used to wear in winter. His grandmother
spends much of her time in washing it; she takes great pains to keep it
clean. The only mystery about the old woman is the old chest in one
corner of her hut. She keeps it jealously locked, and no one has ever
found out what is in it, although the inquisitive folk of the place are
very anxious to know. But it does not require a wizard to tell that.
Doubtless it contains the clothing and toys of her grandson. Poor old
Moggy!"

"I can enlighten you on that point," said Lucy, eagerly opening the lid
of a small basket which hung on her arm, and displaying the small suit
of Highland clothing in which Jacky had been conveyed home on the night
when the Sudberrys were lost on the hills. "This suit came out of the
large chest; and as I knew you meant to visit Moggy to-day, I brought it
with me."

The two friends reached the door of a small cottage as Lucy said this,
and tapped.

"Come in!" gruffly said a man's voice. This was one of Flora's
difficult cases. The man was bed-ridden, and was nursed by a
grand-daughter. He was quite willing to accept comfort from Flora,
especially when it took the shape of food and medicine; but he would not
listen to the Bible. Flora knew that he liked her visits, however; so,
with prayers in her heart and the Bible in her hand, she persevered
hopefully, yet with such delicacy that the gruff old man became gruffer
daily, as his conscience began to reprove him for his gruffness.

Thus, from hut to hut she went, with love to mankind in her heart and
the name of Jesus on her lip; sometimes received with smiles and sent
away with blessings, occasionally greeted with a cold look, and allowed
to depart with a frigid "good-day!"

Lucy had often wished for some such work as this at home, but had not
yet found courage to begin. She was deeply sympathetic and observant.
Old Moggy was the last they visited that day. Flora was the only female
she would tolerate.

"I've been tryin' to say't a' night an' I _canna_ do't!" she said
stoutly, as the ladies entered.

"You forget the words, perhaps, dear Moggy--`The Lord gave, and the Lord
hath--'"

"Na, na, I dinna forget them, but I _canna_ say them." So Flora sat
down on a stool, and gently sought, by means of t