"Will you love me? Oh! how glad I am," exclaimed the child
joyfully; "I have nobody to love me but poor old mammy."

"And who is mammy?" asked the lady.

"My dear old nurse, who has always taken care of me. Have you not
seen her, ma'am?"

"Perhaps I may. I have seen a number of nice old colored women
about here since I came. But, Elsie, will you tell me who taught
you about Jesus, and how long you have loved Him?"

"Ever since I can remember," replied the little girl earnestly;
"and it was dear old mammy who first told me how He suffered and
died on the cross for us." Her eyes filled with tears and her
voice quivered with emotion. "She used to talk to me about it just
as soon as I could understand anything," she continued; "and then
she would tell me that my own dear mamma loved Jesus, and had gone
to be with Him in heaven; and how, when she was dying, she put me
--a little, wee baby, I was then not quite a week old--into her
arms, and said, 'Mammy, take my dear little baby and love her, and
take care of her just as you did of me; and O mammy! be sure that
you teach her to love God.' Would you like to see my mamma, Miss
Allison?"

And as she spoke she drew from her bosom a miniature set in gold
and diamonds, which she wore suspended by a gold chain around her
neck, and put it in Rose's hand.

It was the likeness of a young and blooming girl, not more than