Little Alice's Palace; or, The Sunny Heart — John Shaqi
Little Alice's Palace; or, The Sunny HeartAnonymous
Religion
Little Alice's Palace; or, The Sunny Heart
Anonymous
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Happiness -- Juvenile fiction; Optimism -- Juvenile fiction; Poverty -- Juvenile fiction
Lolly repeated the little prayer softly, "O my heavenly Father, I will
try to love thee. Wilt thou not come unto me, and be with me wherever I
am, and help me to be thy child?" And, as she said the words, she knew
that God was with her, and that from that hour there was a Presence in
the house that would drive away all the gloom, and make such brightness
as filled the cottage of her little friend.
It was time for Alice to go; but she lingered a little while longer to
teach Maddie how to prepare the supper, so that when her mother came home
weary from her labour, there might be no more hard work for her to do,
but real comfort and rest.
"Now, don't get tired of housekeeping," said she, as she tied on her sun-
bonnet to go. "I shall run over some day to see how you get on; and I'm
sure it's so much prettier to be sweet, and clean, and tidy, that you'll
love to keep the house nice." And away she tripped to make things
pleasant for her own dear, hard-working mother.
Sunny little girl! She knew how many tiresome steps her diligent hands
and loving heart could save her poor widowed mother; and in everything
she did there was a tender thought of the warm heart against which her
infant head had lain when her little feet and hands were weak and
helpless.
She was glad now that they had grown strong to aid, that she could give
back some of the care and effort. Alice never dreamed of growing
impatient in her mother's service. She did not wait to be asked to help
her, but watched for opportunities, and so proved a great blessing and
treasure in the lowly cottage home, that would have been very dismal and
sad without her sunny, buoyant little body.
CHAPTER VIII.
Peter Rand and his wife came lagging up the road as the sun was setting.
They had passed an uncommonly laborious day, and were completely tired
out with their toil. They were very silent, and were thinking what a
sad, miserable home was theirs, and how little of cheer they had in life.
Nothing seemed bright to them, although the earth was like a paradise for
greenness and fragrance and beauty. As they drew near the house, Mr.
Rand was very much surprised by the great change in the outward aspect of
the place. He could scarcely believe that he had not mistaken the road,
and come to some other cottage than the slovenly one that he had left in
the morning.
His wife, intent upon the supper that her hungry appetite craved, had
pressed forward in haste to prepare it.
As she entered the door, however, she started back with the strange
feeling that she was in the house of some neighbour; but Pug, the little
dog, ran frisking about her, and convinced her that is was indeed her own
house.
The table was set in the middle of the room, and the dishes were arranged
in nice order; and just in the centre was Lolly's pewter mug, with a
bunch of sweet, blue violets to grace it all.
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