straight or the butter will run outen the rolls! Please come on,
Deacon!"

"Yes, Deacon, go along with her right away," answered Mother
Mayberry, as her eyes rested on the serious face of the ministering
child with a peculiar tenderness tinged with respect. "And, 'Liza,
honey, stop by and tell me how Mis' Bostick does when you come back,
and let me know if you need me to help you any."

"Yes'm, Mother Mayberry," answered Eliza with a flash of pure joy
shining in her devoted little face when she found that she was not
to be supplanted in her attendance on her charges. "I was a-coming
to see you this morning anyway about the place Mr. Mosbey burned his
finger and I tied up last night. Please come on, Deacon!"

"And a little child shall lead them," said Mother Mayberry to
herself, as she watched the breakfast party down the road. Martin
Luther had come out from the table by this time and now trotted
along at the Deacon's heels like a replete and contented puppy. Ez
held the plate carefully and Billy seemed about sure of arriving at
his destination with at least half the bucket of cool water. "Yes, a
little child--but some children are borned with a full-growed
heart."

And true to her promise Eliza appeared an hour or two later to hold
serious consultation over the blacksmithing finger down the Road.

"'Liza," said Mother Mayberry as she prepared a stall for the finger
and poured a cooling lotion in a small bottle for which the child
waited eagerly, "you are a-doing the right thing to take nice things