'You are my small friend Bell, I think,' he said with a kind voice, and why do you cry and sob so, my poor child?'

So I told the kind man that I could not help it, my poor friend Jane was so ill, it made me feel sad.

Then he took me by the hand, and led me down the lane.

'Yes, my dear child,' he said, 'poor Jane is ill, I fear she will not get well. I think God will take her from us soon.'

When I heard these words, it made me cry all the more.

'But you must not cry like that, my dear,' he said. 'Our good God loves poor Jane more than we can do; He will take her to His own bright home, where she will have no more pain or tears. You would not wish to keep her here, I am sure, Bell, where she has so much pain to bear, poor child. You must dry your eyes, my dear, and try to be glad to think what joy your friend will have when God takes her out of our sight. And you know if you are a good child and love Him

as Jane does, He will take you too some day to live in His home, and see His face, and what a joy that will be.'

The kind man said a good deal more to me, and when I went home my eyes were quite dry, and from that day I did not cry when I thought how soon Jane would leave

me.

When I went in to the house Dame Mill woke up from her nap in the arm chair, and I sat on a low stool at her feet, and told her what her kind friend had said to me.

I think it was in a few days that God took poor Jane home to Him self.

I went one day to take her some grapes. She was too ill to feed her self, so I gave her one or two, that was all she could eat. Then she lay with her eyes shut for some time.

I thought she had gone to sleep, and sat quite still by the bed side. By and by she gave me such a sweet look, I can see it now, and she said,

Will you give me a kiss, Miss Bell? I think I can go to sleep now.'

I

gave

her a kiss on her thin white cheek, and then I went out of the room.

That was the last time I saw Jane. The next day Dame Mill told me she was gone home.

I saw the kind man lay her in the grave in the church-yard. And the next time we went to church he spoke to us of Jane, and told us of the bright place she was gone to live in.

Dame Mill let me plant a rose tree on Jane's grave, and I went there some times to keep it neat, and lay some sweet fresh rose buds on it, and then I would sit down by the grave, and think of dear Jane, and make up my mind to try to be as sweet and good a child as she was.

But soon I had grown so well and strong that I had to go back to my own home in town, and to leave my kind friends at the white house, and that is the end of my tale. And it is time I was done, for we are just home. Now, let us sing one hymn, there will be time for that."

Then they all sang a sweet hymn, and by the time that was done they were at home.

And who do you think stood on the door step on the look out for them? Why, True! He had been home a long time, and when he saw the horse come down the street, he ran to meet them with a bound, and he gave two or three loud barks of joy.

"I knew he would be all right," said John. "I have no doubt he thought we had lost our way.'

They were all glad to see dear old True, and gave him lots of pats and hugs; and he gave them some great licks, which I hope they thought nice, but I must say I should not like them on my face.

They could not go out, but they could look at the rough sea, and watch it toss the boats on the top of the great waves. The wind was so strong that it blew the ships quite fast on the sea, and the folks in the street could not stand still, but had to run. Some men's hats blew off, and they could not

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