"Where is Tom? Is he well? Where is Mr. Pease and Mrs. Pease? Are they well? Is mother in the kitchen?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes, to the whole string." Away she went, three stairs at a time, and then she almost overwhelmed her mother with kisses and questions; and up she went to the third story, and there was father in his room, reading the Bible. When had she ever seen that before? The last time she saw him, he was so dreadfully intoxicated that he did not know his own child, that was lifting him out of the gutter. Now he was sober, well clothed, cheerful, and happy. As she opened the door he read: "Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? "They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. "Look not thou upon the wine when it is red; when it giveth his color in the cup; when it moveth itself aright. "At the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder. "Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and--" And he looked up, as his ear caught a little rustle of a woman's clothes, and his eyes beheld a strange woman--a beautiful, neatly-dressed young woman, with laughing, bright eyes and rosy cheeks, and such a saucy little straw hat, so tastily trimmed--Mrs. Morgan did that--and altogether such a lady-like girl, that he did not recognise her, and he turned his eyes again to the book and repeated: "Thine eyes shall behold strange women--" "Father!" The book dropped from his knees to the floor, as he sprang towards her. "Am I so strange, father, that you did not know me?" "Indeed, my daughter, I was afraid to speak; I did not know but a strange woman had been sent to punish me, to 'sting me like an adder.' Oh, Maggie, you don't know how I feel that I deserve it. And yet you are so good. You are a strange woman. It is strange, passing strange, to think that my daughter, my little neglected, dirty, ragged, mischievous--" "Wild Maggie, father." "Yes, she had run wild; should be the lovely--you do look lovely, Maggie--girl now in my arms. Oh, Maggie! Maggie! this is all your work." "No, no, father; you must give the good Missionary his share of the credit; and the good people all over the country who have sent him money and clothes to feed and clothe the naked, and reform the drunkard. What should we have been to-day, if he had not come to live in the Five Points, father?" "I should have been in my grave; a poor, miserable drunkard's grave; it is awful to think where else I should have been." "Well, well, father, you are happy now," "Yes, I am, and so is mother, and we shall be more so when we get a home of our own, and all live together. Why, Maggie, why, who did dress you up so neat?" "Oh, my new friend I wrote you about, Mrs. Morgan--you got my letter--yes--well, I do wish you could see her, she is such a good woman."