'And what's the end of the verse, mammie dear?'

'"The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." That means Jesus; the
Lord put all our sins on Him when He died on the cross.'

'Did God put your sins on Jesus, mammie dear?'

'Yes, child; I think it must mean mine, because it says, "the iniquity of
us all." I think "all" must take me in, Rosalie; at least I hope so. I have
been asking Him to let it take me in, because, you know, if the sin is laid
on Him, Rosie darling, I sha'n't have to bear it too.'

The poor woman was quite exhausted when she had said this; and Rosalie
brought her some beef-tea which Mother Manikin had made for her, and which
was simmering on the stove. The good little woman came once more to stay
with Rosalie's mother whilst the play was going on.

The theatre closed rather earlier that night, for a large fair was to be
held at a town some way off, at which Augustus Joyce was very anxious to be
present; and as he did not think there was much more to be done in
Lesborough, he determined to start at once. So, the moment that the last
person had left the theatre, Augustus and his men hastily put off the
clothes in which they had been acting, slipped on their working coats, and
began to pull down the scenery.

All night long they were hammering, and knocking down, and packing up, and
when morning dawned they were ready to start.

They were not the only ones who had been packing up all night. There were