mind the other day, when that old man gave it to you, only in mine the
shepherd was just drawing the lamb out of a deep miry pit, into which it
had fallen, and the text underneath it was this: "The Son of Man is come to
seek and to save that which is lost." We used to learn these texts, and
repeat them to our nurse when we looked at the pictures; and then, if we
had said them correctly, she used to let us carry our tea into the park and
eat it under the tree. And after tea we used to sing one of our little
hymns and say our prayers, and then she took us in and put us to bed. I
have often thought of those quiet, happy Sundays when I have been listening
to the noise and racket of the fair.

'I thought a great deal at the time about what our nurse told us. I
remember one Sunday she had been reading to us about the Judgment Day, and
how God would read out of a book all the wrong things we had done. And that
same afternoon there was a great thunderstorm; the lightning flashed in at
the window, and the thunder rolled overhead. It made me think of what nurse
had said, and of the Judgment Day. And then I knelt down, and prayed that
God would take care of me, and not let the lightning kill me. I crept
behind the sofa in the large drawing-room, and trembled lest the books
should be opened, and all my sins read out; and I asked God to keep them
shut a little longer.

'And I remember another day, when I had told a lie, but would not own that
I had done so. Nurse would not let me sleep with Lucy, but moved my little
bed into her room, that I might lie still and think about my sin. It was a
strange room, and I could not sleep for some time, but I lay awake with my
eyes closed. When I opened them I saw one bright star shining in at the
closed window. It seemed to me like the eye of God watching me; I could not
get the thought out of my mind. I shut my eyes tightly, that I might not
see it; but I could not help opening them to see if it was still there. And