the events of the night, the girl knelt down, and, leaning her face on
her foster-mother's lap, said her prayers, with the same simple faith
as she had in the days of childhood. The sunlight pouring in through
the little window bathed her in a stream of rosy light, and rested on
her bent head like a blessing. As she rose from her knees a quiver
passed over Sara's eyelids, a smile came on her lips, and opening her
eyes she looked long at Morva before she spoke, as though recalling her
surroundings.

"Mother," said the girl, kissing her cheek, which was beginning to show
again the hue of health. "Mother fâch, you've come back to me again."

"Yes," said Sara, "I am come back again, child," and she attempted to
rise, but Morva pushed her gently back.

"Breakfast first, mother fâch."

And quickly and deftly she set the little brown teapot on the embers,
and spread her mother's breakfast before her.

"Now, mother, a new-laid egg and some brown bread and butter."

And Sara smilingly complied with the girl's wishes, and partook of the
simple fare.

"Mother, try and remember where you have been. Oh, I want to know so
much."

"I cannot, 'merch i, already it is slipping away from me as usual; but
never mind, it will all come back by and by, and I hope I will be a