wn upon
us,' said Mr. Egerton when he heard the news.

'How many more friends have you, Bobby? For I see your aunt is going
to grant you every desire of your heart.'

'I haven't any more friends,' said Bobby gravely. 'You don't make many
in London, but Curly ought to come, because he saved Nobbles' life.'

'I believe Nobbles is at the bottom of everything,' said his uncle; and
Bobby nodded, well pleased.

'Yes, Nobbles is very erportant to me,' he said; 'and if Curly hadn't
saved him, my heart would have broke!'

It was Sunday afternoon. Lady Isobel was sitting in the drawing-room,
and the children were by her side.

'It makes me think of mother,' said True, with a little choke in her
voice. 'She always used to give us Sunday lessons.'

'I want to follow her teaching, darling. I am going to keep this hour
especially for you. Now, what shall we talk about this first Sunday?
Would you like to choose a Bible story?'

True looked at Bobby. He thought deeply for a minute, then he said:

'May we look at the lovely Talian Bible?

'Yes. Go to the library and bring it here. True can help you to carry
it.'

Away they ran, and soon returned with the precious Book, which they
placed upon a small table by her side. Then Bobby reverently and
carefully turned over its pages till he came to the picture of the
golden gates. He and True hung over it with admiring eyes.

'Talk to us about heaven,' said Bobby, 'because mother is there, and we
love it.'

Lady Isobel did so. She read them verses of its beauty, of the
white-robed throng who were singing the praises of the Lamb of God, of
the tears that would be wiped away, and the darkness that would be made
light, and of the happiness of all gathered there.

'I would like Curly to hear about it,' said Bobby with a sigh.

'You must tell him about it, darling.'

'I will say my tex' to him, and make him learn it, and und'stand it.'

'Does blessed mean happy?' asked True.

'Yes.'

'I didn't think I'd ever be happy again when mother went away, but I
feel a little better now. Will you take us one day to see her grave,
or is it too far?'

'I think we must manage it one day, dear,' said Lady Isobel drawing the
little motherless girl near her. 'We might go by train a part of the
way.'

'I would like to see her grave very much,' said Bobby, 'because father
went to put my tex' upon it. He liked my tex' very much.'

'I think we all like it, Bobby.'

'I won