"Oh! everything that I love dies; and when I lay there on the grass,
unable to move, among strangers who knew and cared nothing about me,
I was wicked, and would not try to pray, and thought God wanted to
make me suffer all my life, and I wished that I had been killed
instead of that dear little baby, who had a father and mother to
kiss and love it. It was all wrong to feel so, but I was so
wretched. And then God raised up friends even among strangers, and
shows me I am not forsaken if I am desolate. I begin to think He
took everybody away from me, that I might see how He could take care
of me without them. I know 'He doeth all things well,' but I feel it
now; and I am so sorry I could not trust Him without seeing it."

Edna wiped away her tears, and Mrs. Murray's voice faltered slightly
as she said:

"You are a good little girl, I have no doubt. Who taught you to be
so religious?"

"Grandpa."

"How long since you lost him?"

"Four months."

"Can you read?"

"Oh! yes, ma'am."

"Well, I shall send you a Bible, and you must make yourself as