affairs, as usual?" said Mrs. Montgomery, surprised that it
should have been so.

"Oh, no, Mamma, I didn't look at them at all, except poor
little Billy. I was looking at the sky."

"And what did you see there that pleased you so much?"

"I don't know, Mamma; it looked so lovely and peaceful — that
pure blue spread over my head, and the little white clouds
flying across it — I loved to look at it; it seemed to do me
good."

"Could you look at it, Ellen, without thinking of Him who made
it?"

"No, Mamma," said Ellen, ceasing her breakfast, and now
speaking with difficulty; "I did think of Him; perhaps that
was the reason."

"And what did you think of Him, daughter?"

"I hoped, Mamma — I felt — I thought — he would take care of
me," said Ellen, bursting into tears, and throwing her arms
around her mother.

"He will, my dear daughter, — he will, if you will only put
your trust in Him, Ellen."

Ellen struggled hard to get back her composure, and after a