sweetly he slept,--now
frowning, and now smiling in his dreams,--she went away with Hepsa, and
they talked a great while together, telling each other what the other
didn't know. Genevieve was often shocked and grieved at Hepsa's
undutiful remarks about her father, mother and brother; and when she
felt they didn't love Hepsa, as her own dear father and mother loved
her, still she could not understand why Hepsa did not love them better.
She was often a good deal perplexed to know what she should say to the
strange child; but of one thing she felt always certain, that her new
companion needed to have her heart cleansed and purified before she
could be loved well. She felt a strong love for Hepsa, and longed to
teach her more of God, and show her how to read, that she might teach
herself.

Hepsa was amazed when her friend took out the playthings from the bag
and gave them to her; no one had before shown her such kindness; and
Genevieve thought in her heart she was just as happy giving those things
to Hepsa, as when they were given to her.

Poor Hepsa had never been to school, and so she didn't even know the
alphabet; but Genevieve sat down patiently to teach her, and found truly
that much patience was necessary to accomplish the work she had
undertaken. Hepsa would soon grow discouraged when she found so much to
learn, and saw her little teacher reading so readily; and her mother
would often scold when she saw Hepsa with a book in her hand, declaring
it was foolish nonsense; but, as time went on, and the first
difficulties were overcome, and her mother began to find Hepsa growing
very gentle, and Tom had less occasion to plague his sister, they all
felt that the books Hepsa had studied, and the little girl who came so
often to see her, were kind friends, and love began to bind them all
together. Hepsa no longer wore torn clothes; Genevieve's mother had
given her some neat dresses, and Genevieve had given her needles and
thread, and taught her to sew, and now many a rent was carefully mended,
and even Tom began to look neater than formerly. She was careful too to
keep the room nicely, and one day was amply rewarded for this, when Tom
came in before she had had time to do it, and complained of its being
dirty. "Tom begins to like a clean room," she said to herself with joy,
and received his few harsh words as though they had been those of love.
The baby too was always clean, for she knew Genevieve always depended
upon kissi