such pathos and richness that Mr. Wyman called again for more and
more. Dawn was wild with joy, and then her father, after Miss Vernon
declined to play more, proposed that they should sing an evening
hymn.

In this they all joined, Miss Vernon's rich contralto blending
sweetly with Dawn's pure soprano.

Their dreams were sweet and peaceful that night. Their souls had all
met and harmonized, and harmony ever brings rest.

The following day Miss Vernon looked over Dawn's clothing, and laid
aside whatever needed repairing. She was just folding some aprons,
when the child rushed into the room, saying,--

"O, Miss Vernon, I must wear my blue dress to-day."

"Why that one?"

"Because I feel good, and blue is heavenly, so let me wear it,
please, will you?"

"It's rather short, Dawn, but I suppose it will cover all your
goodness for one day, will it not?"

"O, don't laugh, I feel truly good to-day, and any other dress would
not do."

"You shall have it, Dawn. I am glad you like to dress according to
your feelings. I do myself."