'Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am.' " Alice went on: — " 'I have a rich, almighty Friend, Jesus the Saviour is his name, He freely loves, and without end.' "Oh, dear Ellen, whoever can say that, has no right to be unhappy. No matter what happens, we have enough to be glad of." "And then I was thinking of those words in the Psalms — 'Blessed is the man' — stop, I'll find it; I don't know exactly how it goes; — 'Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven; whose sin is covered.' " "Oh, yes, indeed!" said Alice. "It is a shame that any trifles should worry much those whose sins are forgiven them, and who are the children of the great King. Poor Miss Fortune never knew the sweetness of those words. We ought to be sorry for her, and pray for her, Ellen; and never, never, even in thought, return evil for evil. It is not like Christ to do so." "I will not, I will not, if I can help it," said Ellen. "You can help it; but there is only one way. Now, Ellen, dear, I have three pieces of news for you, that I think you will like. One concerns you, another myself, and the third concerns both you and myself. Which will you have first?" "Three pieces of good news!" said Ellen, with opening eyes; "I think I'll have my part first." Directing Ellen's eyes to her pocket, Alice slowly made the corner of the letter show itself. Ellen's colour came and went quick as it was drawn forth; but when it was fairly out, and she knew it again, she flung herself upon it with a desperate eagerness Alice had not looked for; she was startled at the half-frantic way in which the child clasped and kissed it, weeping bitterly at the same time. Her transport was almost hysterical. She had opened the letter, but she was not able to read a word; and quitting Alice's arms, she threw herself upon the bed, sobbing in a mixture of joy and sorrow that seemed to take away her reason. Alice looked on surprised a moment, but only a moment, and turned away.