hung already the evening-star, pale and trembling, as it had hung
upon the evening of 'Toinette Legrange's birthday ten months before.
Was it a sudden association with the star and the hour that had
suggested to the heart of the desolate child this name, so long
forgotten, once so appropriate, now so strange and sad?

"Sunshine?" replied the young girl wonderingly. "You don't look like
it a bit. Where do you belong? and where are you going?"

The child's eyes travelled back from Dreamland, and rested wistfully
upon the kind face above her.

"I don't know," said she sadly. "I want to go to heaven; but I've
forgot the way."

"To heaven! You poor little thing, have you no home short of that?"

"I don't know. I wish I had some water."

"You had better jump into the wagon, and come home with me,
Sunshine, if that is your name. Something has got to be done for you
right away."

The child, still looking at her in that strange and solemn manner,
asked suddenly,--

"Who are you?"

"I? Oh! I'm Dora Darling; and I live about five miles from here.
Jump in quick; for it is growing dark, and we must be at home for