"I have a great notion to go in there and get a drink of water; but then, they are rich folks. They would take me for a tramp, and maybe set the dog on me." As he came slowly along, looking up at the broad lawn with cool shadows of the great trees over it, he spied at the front gate a little girl. Her rosy face was hidden away in a white sunbonnet, but her blue eyes looked up smilingly. "Be you a 'siple?" she asked shyly. [Illustration: GRANDPA.] "A what?" the old man said, looking down. "A 'siple. Do you love Jesus?" "Oh, you mean a disciple! Yes, little one, I belong to the Lord Jesus," Mr. Burton said. "Do you want a drink of water?" "Yes, indeed, my dear." "Then I'll bring you one." And Daisy's white dress vanished among the bushes while, the tired old man sat on the green grass at the edge of the walk and waited. He was beginning to think he should see no more of her, when she appeared with a pretty china cup full of cold water; then grandpa came with the pitcher full, and the thirsty traveller had all the water he needed. Grandpa invited him into the house to get a lunch before he went. Then Prince was harnessed and brought round, and grandpa said he had promised Daisy that he would take her to ride, and they might as well drive toward Woodbury as anywhere. So they all got into the carriage, and old Prince trotted off. The road was so smooth, the air so sweet, and the talk so pleasant, that before they knew it, they were at Woodbury; and there they left Mr. Burton. He said he never should forget the little girl who brought him the cup of cold water, but that every day of his life he would ask God to bless her. The verse that Daisy meant can be found in Matthew x:42. ON NANTUCKET WHARF. ALL was bustle and confusion in Mrs. Maynard's house in Boston, for she and her daughter Mattie were going to Nantucket Beach to stay a night, then to the Island Home to spend a week. It was the first time Mattie had been on the cars, for she was only six years old, and she had been but very few times on the steamboat. At last they started. They were to go to New Bedford by the cars, and there to take a steamboat for Nantucket. They had a very pleasant time at Nantucket, and Mattie arose bright and early on the morning in which she was to take her ride to Island Home. The boat was to start at ten o'clock. There was a great crowd on the wharf and Mattie held tight her mother's hand for fear she might get lost. "Why, there is Mr. Ridgeway!" Mrs. Maynard said. "He is an old friend of mine and I must speak to him." And she dropped Mattie's hand, and pushed through the crowd. Mattie did not like her mother to leave her, but she stood still where she left her, so that she might be sure and find her when she came back.