talking to them as they ate, and now and then looking over the hedge into
the garden, that she might see if any trouble had come to her boy.

'I liked to hear you sing,' said Rosalie's mother.

'Did you?' said the young woman.' I often sing when I'm knitting; my little
one likes to hear me, and he almost knows that hymn now. Often when he is
at play I hear him singing, "Tome, tome, to Me," so prettily, the little
dear!' she said, with tears in her eyes.

'I wish I knew it,' said Rosalie.

'I'll tell you what,' said the young woman, 'I'll give you a card with it
on; our clergyman had it printed, and we've got two of them.'

She ran again into the house, and returned with a card, on which the hymn
was printed in clear, distinct type. There were two holes pierced through
the top of the card, and a piece of blue ribbon had been slipped through,
and tied in a bow at the top. Rosalie seized it eagerly, and began reading
it at once.

'We've got such a good clergyman here,' said the young woman; 'he has not
been here more than a few months, and he has done so many nice things for
us. Mrs. Leslie reads aloud in one of the cottages once a week; and we all
take our work and go to listen to her, and she talks to us so beautiful out
of the Bible; it always does me good to go.'

She stopped suddenly, as she saw Rosalie's mother's face. She had turned
deadly pale, and was leaning back against the box with her eyes fixed upon
her.