any one?

No, it could not be called expectation, but something more beautiful
still--FAITH.

Most persons would call it presentiment; but presentiment is not the
growth of prayer, or the conviction which follows that earnest
pleading when the soul is crying for help.

"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for
of such is the kingdom of heaven."

Again and again Mary Fuller had read these words, and always to creep
upon her knees and ask God to let her come, for she was scarcely more
than a little child.

But even upon her knees the trouble of her soul grew strong. She felt
as if the air around whispered--

"But you are not a little child--they have no sins of disobedience
to confess--no vengeful thoughts or unkind words to atone for as you
have."

And all the evil that had yet taken growth in a soul planted among
evil arose before the child, to startle her from claiming the
privilege of her childhood.

But though she did not know it, those very feelings were an answer
to the unrevealed want that had become clamorous in her soul; it was
the promise of a bright revelation yet to come; her heart was being