not think that the friend who was listening so quietly to all the
little details of her life among strangers--her home-sickness, her fears
and weariness, her love and care for the children and their mother--was
all the time thanking God in his heart for all the way by which this
little lamb had been led to take refuge in the fold. She knew by the
words he spoke, before he rose to go, that he was much-moved. They came
back to her many a time afterwards, brightening the sad days, and
comforting her when she was in sorrow. They helped her to the cheerful
bearing of a disappointment near at hand.

As for John, he was far from thinking the day lost that he had devoted
to the pleasure of Christie. If in the morning the hope of possessing
at once the much-desired books had been given up with a sigh, it was the
sigh, and not the sacrifice, that was regretted now. With a sense of
refreshment unspeakable there came to his remembrance the Saviour's
promise that the giving of a cup of cold water to one of His little ones
should have its reward. To have supported those weary feet, if ever so
little, in the way, to have encouraged the faint heart or brightened the
hope of this humble child, was no unworthy work in the view of one whose
supreme desire it was to glorify Him who came from heaven to earth to
speak of hope to the poor and lowly. Nor was this all. He was
learning, from the new and sweet experiences which the child was so
unconsciously revealing to him, a lesson of patient trustfulness, of
humble dependence, which a whole library of learned books might have
failed to teach him.

The shadows were growing long before they rose to go.

"You'll be very tired to-morrow, I'm afraid," said John, as they went
slowly down the broad, steep way that leads from the cemetery. "I'm
afraid your holiday will do you little good."

"It has done me good already. I'm not afraid," said Christie,
cheerfully. "Only I'm sure I shall think of twenty things I want to ask
you about when you are fairly gone."

"Well, the best way will be to collect your wits and ask about them
now," said John, laughing.

And so she did. Matters of which her sister's letters and chance
callers had only given her hints were recalled, and discussed with a
zest that greatly shortened the way. They were not very important
matters, except as they were connected with home life and home friends;
but if their way had been twice as long, the interest would no