of her little hymn--

'Lord, I come without delaying,
To Thine arms at once I flee,
Lest no more I hear Thee saying,
"Come, come to Me."'

And then night came, and Rosalie sat by her mother's side, for she did not
like to go to sleep lest she should awake and want something. And oh, what
a long night it seemed! The Town Hall clock struck the quarters, but that
was the only sound that broke the stillness. Rosalie kept a light burning,
and every now and then mended the little fire, that the beef-tea might be
ready whenever her mother wanted it. And many times she gazed at her
picture, and wished she were the little lamb safe in the Good Shepherd's
arms. For she felt weary and tired, and longed for rest.

The next morning the child heard Toby's voice as soon as it was light.

'Miss Rosie,' he said, 'can I come in for a minute?'

Rosalie opened the door, and Toby was much distressed to see how ill and
tired she looked.

'You mustn't make yourself ill, Miss Rosie, you really mustn't!' he said
reproachfully.

'I'll try not, Toby,' said the child; 'perhaps the country air will do me
good.'

'Yes, missie, maybe it will. I think we'd better start at once, because I