IN leaving the house, Helen met the child who had rode with her. The little girl was not particularly attractive in appearance, but now her black eyes sparkled with pleasure, as she again saw the lady. "Do you live here?" Helen inquired with a smile. "Yes, ma'am; and I am coming to your school. If ma wont let me, I'll run off." "Come right in, you dirty brat," screamed the mother, throwing up the window. "How dared you stay so when I sent you of an errand?" The young missionary sighed repeatedly, as she drove away. "I'm afraid I can't do anything for them," was her sad reflection. But on the whole, the results of her afternoon's labors were highly satisfactory; and she set out for home in an enviable state of mind. "Shall I stop and tell Mr. Knowles about my mission?" she asked herself, as she approached the entrance to the lane. There was no need of an answer, for there before her, walking dejectedly, with his head down, she saw her pastor. Spurring up her horse, she speedily overtook him, and persuaded him to take a seat by her side. "I have something splendid to tell you," she began, her face beaming with pleasure. After she had repeated the incidents of the afternoon, the horse enjoying the opportunity to fall back into a walk, she put her hand lovingly into his arm, saying softly: "There is something else I want to tell you about myself." "Ah!" he exclaimed, starting a little, and disclosing an anxious face. "Well, my dear, anything that interests you—" "I have begun to love the Saviour; and now I can tell the children what a precious Friend he is." "That is indeed good news, the very best," he said, patting her hand to hide his own emotion. "And only think," she went on, "I don't hate Mr. Tracy at all." He started painfully at the name. "I only pity him for being so selfish and grovelling. I wish I could do him good; or rather, I wish he could know in his own heart how much happier real religion would make him." "My child, you delight me. Surely your Father rejoices over you, for we know that there is joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth." "Will you tell Mrs. Knowles and the—the rest," faltered Helen. "Tell them I never knew what happiness, real happiness was before." "I will, indeed, my dear child." Helen was sitting at the tea table lingering over the meal, while nurse, with the freedom of a tried friend, sat in a rocking-chair near the window, talking over the events of the afternoon, when Sybil was seen coming up the avenue.