ame of the Lord. A little girl can be what she wills to be, if she only
wills in the name of Him who is the teacher and the friend of children."

"I'll try, Uncle," said Jessie, with the fire of resolution kindling in
her eyes.

"Heaven bless you, my child!" said the old man solemnly, as he placed his
hands softly upon her head. "May you always be as frank and truthful as
you have now been in confessing a fault to me which you must have been
very strongly tempted to conceal. May Heaven bless you!"

Didn't Jessie feel glad then! She was glad she had resisted the temptation
to receive praise she did not merit; glad she had done right; glad her
uncle was pleased with her. Happy Jessie! Had she by silence deceived her
uncle, she would have felt guilty and ashamed. Now she was as peaceful and
hopeful as love and duty could make her.

After dinner, seeing Guy take his cap as if in great haste, Jessie
followed him to the door and said: "What makes you in such a hurry, every
day, Guy? You have not stayed to talk to me for ever so long."

"You have had company, you know, Jessie, and haven't wanted me," replied
Guy, evasively.

"But I have no company to-day," said Jessie. "Come, don't go yet, there's
a dear, good Guy. Come into the parlor and tell me a story."

"Not now," replied Guy, opening the door. Then after a moment or two of
silent thought, he shut the door and said, "If you will put on your cloak
and hood I'll take you with me."

"Oh, good, good!" exclaimed the little girl; and after running to her
mother for consent, she soon returned fitly equipped for a walk on that
breezy November afternoon.

It being Wednesday and no school, Guy had the afternoon before him. He led
his sister towards the village, telling her he was going to take her to
see a good old lady of whom, he said, he was very fond.

"Who is she? How did you find her out? Does Uncle Morris know her?" were
among the many questions which Jessie put to her brother. He did not see
fit to satisfy her, however, except to say, "Her name is Mrs.
MONEYPENNY."

"Mrs. Moneypenny! What a funny name?" exclaimed Jessie, laughing and
repeating the name.

"Yes, it is odd; but the lady who bears it, is a noble woman."

"Is she rich?"

"No, she is very poor, very poor indeed."

"Very poor, eh? But how came you to know her?"

"That's my secret."

"A secret! Please tell me about it, Guy?"

"Can't do it, Jessie. You know girls can't keep secrets," replied Gu