I am afraid Peggy's thoughts were often far away from her lessons. She secretly adored her teacher; but if I were to tell the real truth, Miss Gregory looked upon her as a quiet dull little scholar, who was less attentive than many others, and who seemed the most uninterested of them all. But to-day the lesson attracted Peggy from the very first. It was about the little captive maid who told Naaman's wife of the great prophet who could cure her master. She listened with big eyes and open mouth to the story. Miss Gregory wound up with— "And so you see, children, what a lot of good a little servant-maid can do. She had been taken away from her home and friends, and might have been fretful and sulky, and unwilling to help her master. Instead of that, she longed to tell him how he could be cured." "Should think so," gasped Peggy; "she must have been awful glad to leave 'ome, and go to service!" There was something in her intense tone that made Miss Gregory look at her. But she felt she needed rebuke. "No little girl ought to like leaving her parents and going away from them. Good little girls would not like it." Peggy hung her head abashed. Her next neighbour nudged her sharply with her elbow. "One for you, Peg!" she whispered. Peggy gave her a vicious kick, which brought upon her a severer rebuke still from Miss Gregory, and when the class was over and the children dispersing, Peggy was kept behind. "Don't you ever wish to love Jesus, Peggy, and please Him?" her teacher asked rather sadly. Peggy looked upon the ground and said nothing. Miss Gregory went on, "I have often wished you took a greater interest in the Bible, Peggy. You always seem to be thinking of other things. Don't you like hearing Bible stories?" "About servant-maids I does," said Peggy, looking up with a bright light in her eyes. "You like that, do you? Why? You are not in service yet, are you?" "No, teacher. I live with aunt, and does for her." "Then you ought to be a happy little girl to have a comfortable home, and not have to go out and earn your own living. Maids-of-all work have a miserable time; you need not wish to be one of them." "But I wants to get into a good place with real nice ladies!" said Peggy earnestly. Miss Gregory shook her head. "You would have a lot to learn before you could do that." "But the girl in the Bible went right into a lovely place. You said her mistress was great and rich. I'd like to wait on a lady like that!" Miss Gregory smiled, as she noted Peggy's downtrodden aspect. "Well," she said, "perhaps one day you'll go into service, and if it is a shop, you can serve God as well there as in a palace. Don't wait for great things, but be faithful in small. Now follow the others into church. I am coming." Peggy's hopes were again dashed to the ground. "'Tis no good, Peggy," she murmured to herself. "Teacher won't never help yer. She thinks you too bad."