Thankful Rest

d tin in the establishment. Lucy rubbed at them till her arms ached, without bringing them to the required height of brightness, and was at last sent off to pick the few remaining gooseberries for a

arly agreeable. Tom Hurst was a dainty youth, in fact, and shrank from soiling his fingers with the tasks allotted to him: and seeing that

night when the children had gone to bed. "He doesn't take to farm work; an' he's that pea

n his head. The gal's bad enough; though she never speaks back she looks at me that proud-like wi' them g

n' make Tom do his work. He ain't that much younger, an' he looks strong

week or so. She's a pinin' thing-does

hevin' other folks' youngsters round. I don't see why we sho

as almost close to the parsonage, and was a pretty, primitive structure, with no attempt at display or decoration, and yet so pleasant and homelike inside that Lucy felt a sense of rest as her eyes wandered round it. Tom nudged her and whispered, "Nice little chapel, Lucy;" at which Miss Hepsy held up a warning finger and shook her head. Tom blushed and laughed, Aunt Hepsy looked so intensely comical. Then she became very red in the face, and opening her hymn-book, kept her eyes on its pages

he week. Tom's eyes never left Mr. Goldthwaite's earnest face, and I believe that the memory of his words remained with the boy for weeks after. He had never heard a sermon in his life he h

g there. She had a nod and a smile for every one, but her particular mission was with Tom and Lu

, Miss Goldthwaite," said

e round to see them. I want them to take tea w

s' bother ye, Miss Goldthwaite," said she; "an' besid

ce. "And when they are at Pendlepoint you may as well let them. We will bring th

d expense the minister had spared him, and not wishing to appear so

hat, and kept her there talking and showing her the beautiful view from the window till Mr. Goldthwaite had to call to them to come to tea. What a pleasant meal it was, and how the little company enjoyed themselves. Then, when it was over, Mr. Goldthwaite took Tom to the garden, and drew him on to talk of himself, of his hopes and ambitions, and sympathized so heartily and cheerfully with him that To

child, wh

ys to sing to us on Sunday evenings just so, and it ma

hild's troubled heart. "But you know who has promised to comfort the mourning heart i

it were not for that, Miss Goldthwaite," she s

ase God, in a happier world than this. We shall not remember these sad hours then, shall we, Lucy? I

ubled sometimes about Tom. Mamma was often troubled about him too. He is so passionate an

pened up for him to get his heart's desire.-Would you like to see my pets, Lucy? I have chickens,

e some pretty chickens and kittens at Aun

time came at last for the two to bid a regretful good-bye to the parsonage and turn their faces homewards. The minister

, "It will not be so hard to live here, Lucy, if we can see them sometimes. I don't believe the

eart re-echoing he

oftly. "O Tom, is it not true what she used to say-'Tha

epsy's tall figure appeared at the kitchen door, an

all night? It's 'most nine o'clock-time you were in