always do it with a simple, modest grace, and without any show of vanity.

During the winter, all her little plans and plays were for doing good. She talked a great deal about the heathen children. Of course, she was not large enough to do very much, and many little girls, no older, would think they couldn't do any thing.

But Gratia did something that was very thoughtful for a child four years old, and it ought to make us all feel ashamed that we do no more.

She made a great many rag-dolls and sold them to obtain money. She would put quite a number of these in a basket, then put on her bonnet, and go over to call first upon her grandmother and Aunt M., whom I told you lived next door. They were curious things, to be sure, and would have made you laugh most heartily, for they made her grandmother and Aunt M. laugh, and her aunt

M. says,

"Could you have seen her little face, so full of interest in her work, so earnest that you should buy, and so sober in asking aid for the poor, you would have thought her a missionary indeed, though so lately out of the cradle. It was altogether the most ludicrous scene. you can imagine, and yet it was most touching. I inquired the price of her wares, and bought two or three.

She then acted the part of a tract-distributor, carrying a bundle of old printed leaves which she had picked up. I was employed in distributing tracts at this time, and no doubt this was what led her to take tracts on her mission for the poor.' 'Aunty,' she asked, 'do you think you are a Christian?' She then made the same inquiry of her grandmother, with as much solemnity as if she felt herself really engaged in the work."

She then passed through into the other part of the house on the same errand.

There she offered her dolls at the same price, and gave the lady one of her tracts, and spoke to her of the religious state of her mind; but as the lady did not understand her as well as her grandmother and aunt, she did not sell any of her dolls. She then went to others, probably, telling nearly the same story.

CHAPTER IV.

GRATIA always engaged in every thing she undertook with an earnest zeal. All the money she received, and indeed all she ever possessed, was given to the orphan and to the missionary; and her mother says, "She was never known to wish it for any other use. She would often say to me, 'Mother, I wish to do good with my money.

It was this winter she formed the plan of being a teacher of the poor heathen, which plan she ever retained. The place she had chosen for her labours, was among the Hottentots in Africa.

No doubt the reason for her thinking so decidedly upon this spot, was on account of her hearing, about this time,

so much of the labours of missionaries among that degraded people.

The little story of "The Buried Child," already mentioned, she would repeat word for word, and it was this that she read to the Rev. Mr. Knapp. Perhaps you have forgotten it, or may never have seen it.

"One morning, a poor Bechuana came to the house of Mr. Moffat, Wesleyan missionary in the Bechuana country, in South Africa, and said, 'Have you lost a kitten?' 'No; why do you ask me?' Because,' said the Bechuana, 'we thought we heard one mewing in the woods.' Presently, came another man, and knocked, and asked the same question, and then came a third likewise. Mr. Moffat thought it was very strange, and determined to go out into the woods and try to find what could make the noise; so he went, and Mrs. Moffat followed him. He walked about and list