just a word more. Try to remember that by making yourself a good and wise
woman you will also make yourself more beautiful."

"Oh, I'll remember; I will!" I cried.

And I have done so! Every word! And if Miss Coleman could only see me now!
How could I forget?

I was silent all the way home. At the dinner table, as my father was
tucking his napkin under his chin, he said: "Well, Nelly, w'at was Mr.
Stoddard's text?"

"I--I guess it was something about the children of Israel."

"Yes, prob'ly it was something about 'em," Pa assented with a chuckle.

But Ma spoke more sharply: "I guess you won't get let to set in Aunt
Keren-Happuch's pew again right away, Helen 'Lizy." For before my lesson I
had once more been studying Aunt Em'ly's face.

I didn't mind the prohibition the least bit. I had a new idea and a new
hope. The idea was exaggerated, the hope vain.--Was vain? Ah, it has been
more than realised, as you shall hear; realised in a way that amazes me
the more, the more I think upon it. Realised as yours shall be, some day,
through me!

Realised! Great Heavens! It is a miracle!