. Under false colours . levelwith his, and humbly beg for a kiss, The blue eyeslooked startled for a second ; then came a shy smile, anda slight uplifting of a dimpled cheek. The girl caughthim up in her arms, and felt that the touch of his littlefingers healed her heart wounds, and quieted her troubledspirit. The child looked at her again, fixedly this time,and, with his wonderful baby wisdom, he seemed to under-stand her joy in him. Thus, beside the churchyard, where the dead slept inpeace, Cherry drank in the purest teachings of life. Shelearnt that there is never any lack of comfort for th
. Under false colours . levelwith his, and humbly beg for a kiss, The blue eyeslooked startled for a second ; then came a shy smile, anda slight uplifting of a dimpled cheek. The girl caughthim up in her arms, and felt that the touch of his littlefingers healed her heart wounds, and quieted her troubledspirit. The child looked at her again, fixedly this time,and, with his wonderful baby wisdom, he seemed to under-stand her joy in him. Thus, beside the churchyard, where the dead slept inpeace, Cherry drank in the purest teachings of life. Shelearnt that there is never any lack of comfort for thesaddest soul if it will only look for it in common places,near at hand, where Christs little ones: are to befound. Every narrow street and crowded court of ourgreat cities teems with these little comforters, whoseangels behold our Fathers face. They are always withus, holding out tiny hands to bless us,—tottering besideus, with baby feet, to lead us to eternal rest. I feel as if I could never let him go! said Cherry. 498 SHE STOOPED AND BEGGED A KISS FROM THE LITTLE FELLOW. ~J HELPING OTHERS. 1*71 to herself. How shabby his frock is ! I will find outhis name, and make him a new one. It was very easy to find out his name. A tidy-lookinglittle girl, with a baby in her arms, stepped up and gavethe desired information. Hes my brother, miss; little Walter a waterman ; weve come from the Isle of Wightto settle here with grandmother in her cottage. Mothertakes in washing; and I minds the children. I should like to see your mother, said Cherry. Iwonder if she would let me make a new frock for you think she would ? Yes, miss, shed be very thankful: that she would,replied Jenny Stevenson, quite fervently. When thewashings done, mothers that tired that it seems as if herback was coming in two. And fathers clothes takes adeal of mending, and our Tommy tears his things dread-ful. Thats Tommy, playing there with yaller curls; hesfour. Baby aint twelvemonths yet
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