t you'd like if Kitty was to come; she's blind, you see, and
has never been to no Sunday School, because no one will take charge of
her; they runs off after a time, and then she comes to grief, she do!'

I was a little nonplussed, as I had only expected quite an infant
class; but I made the best of it, and after singing a hymn that they
all seemed to know I had a short prayer, and then settled down to a
Bible story. I took Samuel's first call, made them each learn a little
verse about it, and then began to talk to them. They were very quiet
and listened almost breathlessly, but we had a few interruptions: Roddy
suddenly nodded his head very violently towards me, and burst forth in
the middle of my talk,--'I'll bring you a robin's egg to-morrer, a
booful little egg for your breakfus! I'll go in at the big gates all
by myself, and I'll knock at the big door with my stick, and then won't
you be very 'stonished!'

I hushed him, and a few minutes after little Tommy Evans dropped his
piece of sugar-candy, and in bending down to pick it up, overbalanced
himself and fell with a crash to the ground; of course he howled, and I
had to take him on my knee to pacify him. But these little incidents
did not lessen their interest in the Bible story, and when I gave them
each a little reward ticket at the close their delighted faces showed
their appreciation of it all. The hour over, I dismissed them, and
after promising to come again the next Sunday with several fresh
scholars, the little ones scampered off. Jim politely offered to put
the room tidy again, and whilst he was doing it I drew the blind girl
out into the church porch and had a little talk with her. She told me
her mother took in washing, and she helped her as much as she could.
'For father's been dead this five years, and grandfather's an old man,
and has rheumatics so bad in his knee he can't do no work, so mother
she keeps him; I wasn't always blind, I had scarlet fever when I was
just on three years old, but oh, I does wish for my sight in the
summer!'

'You poor child!' I said pityingly, 'you must long to see the flowers,
I feel sure.'

'Teacher,' she said earnestly, 'I like that about Samuel; I shall try
and say softly sometimes, "Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth." He
will speak, won't He? I should like to hear His voice.'

'You will, Kitty, I know you will. God wants to have you for His
servant. You give yourself to Him, and ask for His Holy Spiri