ause they
will want supporters, if I do not."

"I don't want any, Endy," said Faith with cheeks like two pink roses,
but standing very still now.

"Then come and shew me the fish. Don't you think it would be gladsome
work to seek out those untaught and uncared for people up in the
mountains?"

They had come down to the rocks between and among which at low tide the
shell fish played in an inch or two of water; and sitting on one of the
mossy stones Faith was watching the mimic play of evil passions which
was going on among that tribe of Mollusca below her; but her mind was
on something else.

"I read the other day," she said, "those words of Paul, where he says
to the Thessalonians 'we were allowed of God _to be put in trust with
the gospel_'.--They made me very happy--they make me happy now. What I
thought of in connexion with them, I mean."

"And what was that?"

"That they are your words too,"--she said after looking up as if she
thought her meaning must be known.--"And that even I--have something to
do," she added lower.

Mr. Linden stood by her, looking off at the rippling waves, then down
at his fair little helper. "Yes, Faith--it is a glorious thing to have
any part of that work in trust,--and the part which makes least show
may be no less in reality. 'In trust'!" he repeated, looking off again.
"Such beautiful words!--such terrible."

"No!"--she said with a smile,--"I don't think so."

"Nor I, dear, from your point of view. But in the world, Faith, where
you have been so little, I have seen the words of the trust to be
boundless--the faithfulness of the trustees within very narrow limits.
And to be always ready to 'sow beside all waters'--who is? 'Freely ye
have received, freely give,' is the command--but what Christian sees
with half perception what he has received!"

Faith paused and looked thoughtful, and then smiled again. "I always
think of the words you read to me one day,--'Only be thou strong and
very courageous,--for the Lord, thy God is with thee, whithersoever
thou goest.'"--

The answering look told that if Mr. Linden's words had not been said
for the purpose of drawing her out, they had at least served that
purpose.

"You are a dear little Sunbeam!" he said. "Acting out your name, as I
told you long ago. There is nothing needful to get _you_ ready for the
White Mountains but a fur cloak. Now come--it is growing late, as you
say."

It was a late tea-time when they got home. They sat