"God make my life a little staff, Whereon the weak may rest." She repeated to herself. "Here's granny," said granp joyfully, as they reached the garden gate. Run on to her, child! and--and remember--one arm is helpless still. You must be her right arm now, Jessie." "I will," said Jessie eagerly, and the next moment was at her granny's side. THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of Jessie, by Mabel Quiller-Couch