"Why, yes; didn't you give Him your tongue when you gave Him yourself?
And yet you are fortunate if you have not dishonored Him with it many a
time."

Said Gracie, "What a queer way you have of putting things."

Then came Alfred Ried in haste, and apologizing for the long delay.
Gracie Dennis, watched him curiously; listened critically to his words.
Was it to be supposed that this young man put religion "first, best,
and always"; and considered his tongue as given to the Lord? Alfred bore
the scrutiny well. He took very little notice of Miss Gracie, being
entirely absorbed with another matter. He had settled opinions about
Mrs. Roberts now, from which he would not be likely to waver. He had
seen much of her during the week, and he knew she had not been idle. She
had given him much valuable information concerning the boys in whom he
had been interested all winter; and whom she had known for a week. Also
he was aware that Sally and Mark Calkins had seen much of her, to their
great benefit. She had made him her messenger on one occasion, and he
had seen Sally Calkins take from the basket the clean, sweet-smelling
sheets that were to freshen her brother's bed, and bestow on them
rapturous kisses, while she murmured, "I'd walk on my knees in broad
daylight through the gutter to serve her,--that I would."

"Sheets aren't much, I suppose," moralized the young man, as he walked
thoughtfully homeward. "People with much less money than she has must
have furnished them. It is thinking about things that makes the
difference between her and others."

But he had not quite found the secret. The main difference between her
and many other people lay in the fact that she set steadily about doing