"You are always laughing at my little Peggy, Joyce, but I tell you she sometimes shames me with her earnestness." "Well, go and see what she's doing, for her originality may do mischief sometimes." Helen went off to the kitchen. She came back some minutes after, with a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. "I don't like to be always prying into her concerns," she said. "It is no business of ours, and really I don't think her purposes are ever harmful ones. So I did not ask her any questions, but she showed me this, and asked me if it was spelt right, and I told her it was very nice and came away. This is the rough copy." Joyce bent over it and read— "An excellent recipe for a sick heart to be made well. "INGREDIENTS. "You keeps quiet, and you puts your mind to it. First you kneels down and arsks Jesus Christ to cure it, and make it well. Then you gives it to Him to keep, for the Bible says, 'My Son give Me thine heart.' Then He washes it 'whiter than snow,' same as Psalm says, and then when He has cleaned it proper He comes and lives in it, same as He says, 'Behold I stand at the door and knock. If any man open unto Me, I will come in.' Then the sick heart begins to sing, because it's happy. "This recipe has never been known to fail. "Time in making: about half an hour." Joyce looked at her sister, and Helen looked back at her in silence. "I call it irreverent." "She does not mean it to be so. She has been pondering every sentence. She asked me about the time with the greatest solemnity. I could not speak." "It is almost clever," said Joyce. "What will she develop into, Helen?" Helen shook her head. "She is one of Christ's 'little ones,' Joyce—of that I am sure." "If she sends it, make her strike out the time," said Joyce; "it seems almost blasphemous. I will tell her so myself." She went into the kitchen. Peggy was just going to bed. "Peggy, you mustn't play at such a solemn thing as a heart being changed by our Lord Himself." Peggy's horror-stricken face was raised at once. "Please 'm I never did!" "But you've written that it can be done in half an hour. Do you know some people spend a lifetime in seeking peace for their souls. It is a tremendous transaction." Peggy was silent for a minute; then tears began to gather slowly in her big blue eyes. "Please 'm I thought Jesus Christ was ready always. Teacher told me he wouldn't keep us waitin'. And, please 'm, I thought p'raps she might think she'd be too busy to see to it. I didn't go for to mean to play at it, please 'm, I really didn't!" "You can't tie those kind of things down to time. It is irreverent," persisted Joyce, ignoring the tears. "I warn't more nor harf an hour with teacher," sobbed Peggy. "She kep' me back one Sunday 'cause I spoke to her. But I won't say nothin' about time, please 'm. Only mayn't I put 'It won't take long if you put your mind to it?'"