years was a sprightly, pretty child, with dark hair, and bright, black,
tell-tale eyes, which looked as if they might make sad havoc, when a few
more years should have added to their brilliancy. Resembling her mother
in features, her disposition was like her father; free and easy in her
ways, she was happy so long as every thing bent to her wishes; but her
mother could not but notice with regret that her child had acquired a
hasty, impatient manner, which the indulgence of her father in no way
served to improve; yet she was a warm-hearted little creature, and it
was with great difficulty that Mrs. Santon could bring herself to
censure her. Still the mother must do her duty toward her child, and
many a prayer had been offered, that she might have strength to
act aright.

The long covered wagon stopped at the door of their new home just as the
sun was going down.

There was but one house in sight of their little cabin, and that was, if
anything, still smaller than their own; nothing was to be seen on all
sides but wide prairie land, and as the little Winifred cast her eye
around, she exclaimed:

"O! mother, what shall we do here? I am sure I shall not like to stay;
there is no one here."

"You forget that God is here, my child," said the mother; and she
commenced assisting Biddy in setting up some few articles that would
make them comfortable through the night, while her husband, with Pat,
attended to the out-door affairs.

"Och, and sure, mem," said Biddy, as she put her emerald head in at the