here. Could she only lie away in the beautiful
land where the mother slept, where the birds rested their wings upon the
lemon-trees, and the blue sky smiled in quiet peacefulness!

But the people who stood around could not understand her grief, and so
they hurried her from the yard and locked up the gate.

That night Cybele lay alone upon the bed on which her aunt had died, and
the lonely grief came so fast upon her that she could not sleep, and the
morning found her weary and heart-broken.

Then there came into her room a coarse man, who told her she must go
out, for she could no longer live there; that she might be allowed to
take her tambourine with her, but all the rest,--and there was little
enough, the two chairs, the bed, the kettle and the few things in the
cupboard,--were his, to pay for the rent of the room and he told her, if
she brought a few pennies to the people who lived in the next room, when
night was come, they would take care of her.

Now the man had no sooner spoken these words, than Cybele decided to
have nothing to do with the people in the next room, for she could not
love them. The father and mother were so coarse and cross, and the boys
were so rude and big;--they had often refused to help her aunt, and
while she was sick they had never come with kind words to smooth her
pillow. Even after she had died, they had but come to put her in a rude
coffin, and carry her to a dismal place, from which they thrust out the
only heart who yearned for her.

So Cybele did not think of going to them. She tied the large silk
handkerchief over her head, which had served her for a bonnet since she
had left Italy, and, taking her dear tambourine in her hand, and the
poor, neglected brooms, she went away out of the rooms where she had
lived so long, where she had seen the angel, and where her aunt had
died. Then, after standing upon the sill of the door a few moments,
looking down the long staircase, out into the world to which she was
going, she raised her gray eyes, and sweetly said, as though replying to
the angel's admonition, "I'm not afraid." Ah, dearest one, you need not
fear when the heavenly Father is so near unto your heart!

Without more hesitation she said "Good-by" to the room, and quickly sped
down the staircase out into the world, while thus she talked to her
tambourine:

"Don't you be afraid either, dear little Tambourine!" and she held it
tenderly in her arms; "nor you, dear Brooms! We shall