The events of the day march through my tired brain; so tired! so tired! and just a bit discouraged and sad too. Had I been patient enough with the children? Had I forgiven cheerfully enough the seventy times seven sins of omission and commission? Had I poured out the love--bountiful, disinterested, long-suffering--of which God shows us the measure and fullness? Had I--But the sun dropped lower and lower behind the dull brown hills, and exhausted nature found a momentary forgetfulness in sleep. CHAPTER II. PATSY COMES TO CALL. "When a'ither bairnies are hushed to their hame By aunty, or cousin, or frecky grand-dame, Wha stands last and lanely, an' naebody carin'? 'Tis the puir doited loonie,--the mitherless bairn!" Suddenly I was awakened by a subdued and apologetic cough. Starting from my nap, I sat bolt upright in astonishment, for quietly ensconced in a small red chair by my table, and sitting still as a mouse, was the weirdest apparition ever seen in human form. A boy, seeming--how many years old shall I say? for in some ways he might have been a century old when he was born--looking, in fact, as if he had never been young, and would never grow older. He had a shrunken, somewhat deformed body, a curious, melancholy face, and such a head of dust-colored hair that he might have been shocked for a door-mat. The sole redeemers of the countenance were two big, pathetic, soft dark eyes, so appealing that one could hardly meet their glance without feeling instinctively in one's pocket for a biscuit or a ten-cent piece. But such a face! He had apparently made an attempt at a toilet without the aid of a mirror, for there was a clean circle like a race-track round his nose, which member reared its crest, untouched and grimy, from the centre, like a sort of judge's stand, while the dusky rim outside represented the space for audience seats. I gazed at this astonishing diagram of a countenance for a minute, spellbound, thinking it resembled nothing so much as a geological map, marked with coal deposits. And as for his clothes, his jacket was ragged and arbitrarily docked at the waist, while one of his trousers-legs was slit up at the side, and flapped hither and thither when he moved, like a lug-sail in a calm. "Well, sir," said I at length, waking up to my duties as hostess, "did you come to see me?" "Yes, I did." "Let me think; I don't seem to remember; I am so sleepy. Are you one of my little friends?" "No, I hain't yit, but I'm goin' to be." "That's good, and we'll begin right now, shall we?" "I knowed yer fur Miss Kate the minute I seen yer." "How was that, eh?" "The boys said as how you was a kind o' pretty lady, with towzly hair in front." (Shades of my cherished curls!) "I'm very much obliged to the boys." "Kin yer take me in?" "What? Here? Into the Kindergarten?" "Yes; I bin waitin' this yer long whiles fur to git in."