still meet in spirit at the mercy-seat. Shall we not do so at this
hour every morning?"

Elsie gave a joyful assent.

"And I shall write to you, darling," Rose said; "I will write on
my journey, if I can, so that you will get the letter in a week
from the time I leave; and then you must write to me; will you?"

"If you won't care for the mistakes, Miss Rose. But you know I am
a very little girl, and I wouldn't like to let Miss Day read my
letter to you, to correct it. But I shall be so very glad to get
yours. I never had a letter in my life."

"I sha'n't care for mistakes at all, dear, and no one shall see
your letters but myself," said Rose, kissing her. "I should be as
sorry as you to have Miss Day look at them."

Elsie drew out the purse and put it in her friend's hand, saying:
"It is all my own work, dear Miss Rose; I thought you would value
it more for that."

"And indeed I shall, darling," replied Rose, with tears of
pleasure in her eyes. "It is beautiful in itself, but I shall
value it ten times more because it is your gift, and the work of
your own dear little hands."

But the breakfast-bell now summoned them to join the rest of the
family, and, in a few moments after they left the table, the
carriage which was to take Rose to the city was at the door. Rose