Ellen sat down on the first stair she came to, for her bosom was heaving up and down, and she was determined not to cry. The sounds of talking and laughing came to her from the parlour, and there at her side stood the covered-up supper; — for a few minutes it was hard to keep her resolve. The thick breath came and went very fast. Through the fanlights of the hall door, opposite to which she was sitting, the bright moonlight streamed in; and presently, as Ellen quieted, it seemed to her fancy, like a gentle messenger from its Maker bidding his child remember Him; — and then came up some words in her memory that her mother's lips had fastened there long ago — "I love them that love me, and they that seek me early shall find me." She remembered her mother had told her it is Jesus who says this. Her lost pleasure was well nigh forgotten; and yet, as she sat gazing into the moonlight, Ellen's eyes were gathering tears very fast. "Well, I _am_ seeking Him," she thought — "can it be that he loves me! — Oh, I'm so glad!" And they were glad tears that little Ellen wiped away as she went upstairs, for it was too cold to sit there long, if the moon was ever so bright. She had her hand on the latch of the door, when her grandmother called out from the other room to know who was there. "It's I, grandma." "Ain't somebody there? Come in here — who is it?" "It's I, Grandma," said Ellen, coming to the door. "Come in here, deary," said the old woman, in a lower tone — "what is it all? what's the matter? who's down stairs?" "It's a bee, Grandma; there's nothing the matter." "A bee! who's been stung? what's all the noise about?" " 'T isn't that kind of bee, Grandma; don't you know? there's a parcel of people that came to pare apples, and they've been playing games in the parlour — that's all." "Paring apples, eh? Is there company below?" "Yes, Ma’am — a whole parcel of people." "Dear me!" said the old lady, "I oughtn't to ha' been abed! Why han't Fortune told me? I'll get right up. Ellen, you go in that fur closet and bring me my paddysoy, that hangs there, and then help me on with my things — I'll get right up. Dear me! what was Fortune thinking about?" The moonlight served very well instead of candles. After twice bringing the wrong dresses, Ellen at last hit upon the "paddysoy," which the old lady knew immediately by the touch. In haste, and not without some fear and trembling on Ellen's part, she was arrayed in it; her best cap put on, not over hair in the best order, Ellen feared, but the old lady would not stay to have it made better; Ellen took care of her down the stairs, and after opening the door for her went back to her room. A little while had passed, and Ellen was just tying her nightcap strings, and ready to go peacefully to sleep, when Nancy burst in. "Ellen! Hurry! you must come right downstairs." "Downstairs! — why, I am just ready to go to bed."