t know it; but Jesus knew it, and accepted the
sacrifice, with the same love as when royal David sang the words to his
golden harp.

"Nannie," called sister Mary, "Jack is waiting for you."

"In a minute," said Nannie, as she pulled on her warm mittens.

"It had better be a minute," Jack cried, "if you're going with me, for I
haven't much time to spare before dinner."

Nannie, laughing, took up the little basket her mother had packed so
nicely for Grannie Burt, and off they started, Jack drawing the large
basket on his little hand-barrow.

"Where shall we go first, Jack?"

"Oh, to Grannie Burt's, of course, and then you can help me to draw the
barrow the rest of the way."

"Let us go to the other places first," said Nannie, "and then you can
draw me on the barrow the rest of the way."

"That's more than I bargained for; this basket is all that I want to
carry before dinner."

Poor Jack, however, was destined to carry a much heavier load than his
basket of mince-pies and roast chickens; for as Nannie skipped along,
her foot slipped, and down she came, basket and all, while grannie's
nice mince-pies tumbled out, and rolled down the street.

"Oh dear!" said Nannie, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "do look at
grannie's pie! What shall we do?"

"Pick it up, of course," said Jack, as he ran after it.

"Nothing but clean snow," he said, as he brought it back; "nobody will
know it from sugar."

"Oh, but it's all broken! What shall we do?"

"See here!" said Jack, lifting the cover of the large basket; "mother
has sent Aunt Betsy two; we can take one of them for grannie."

"Why, Jack, are you in earnest?"

"Well, it's the best I can do. I can't mend it, and I can't make a new
one."

"Let us go back, then, and get another."

"Go back! why, Nannie, it's all you can do to walk now; you're limping
away like crazy Sam."

"Don't make me laugh," said Nannie, laughing all the time through her
tears; "my foot hurts me so, I can hardly walk."

Jack's fun was all gone in a minute, as he shouldered his big basket,
and lifted Nannie on his little hand-barrow.

"O Jack! you can't carry the basket and drag me too!"

"Yes, I can,--and hundreds more like you."

And Jack trudged along, stopping now and then to take breath, until they
came to Grannie Burt's.

"O Jack! what shall we do about the pie?" said Nannie, her tears starting
afresh at the thought.

Jack couldn't stand the sight of Nannie's tears; so he s