It was hard work for Beauty to do this now, for her children were growing big and their heads would poke out from between her feathers, and though she stretched her wings ever so wide, the little black chick could find no room, but had to perch on her back. By the time Kit woke up, Ben had gathered her a bunch of buttercups and daisies, and then he asked permission to take her a walk. "Be very careful then, and only go a little way, Ben," said the mother, fearful lest any harm might come to her new found treasure. "I always take care of Kit, no harm comes to her when I'm by; does it, Kit?" said Ben, drawing himself up. "No, no horses run over me, or big boys knock me down. Ben always takes me up in his arms and carries me safe home when I's tired. He's the bestest boy," and she looked at him in his new suit with great satisfaction. "Doesn't it seem strange, Kit, to be here," said Ben, as they walked up and down the road, "with good dinners, teas, nice clothes, and such beautiful hens and chickens." "Yes; and Jesus is here too, isn't He? and He gave us these nice things? The lady said so." "Of course He is; and He helped your father and mother to find you. We ought to thank Him. I believe it all comes because we went to the Sunday school. See how we got the fine treat, and then how your mother came to the field and saw you crying, and found out that you were her little girl. Kit, we ought to thank Jesus about it; the Sunday school belongs to Him!" said Ben, solemnly. "Where will we kneel down, Ben?" "There's a nice little shed would do," said Ben, "come along and I'll show you." They opened the door of the out-house, and finding a clean spot, the children took hands and knelt as they had knelt many a time in the little back room at Peters Street. "You first, Kit, then me next," said Ben. "Bless me, Jesus Lord, and Ben too," began Kit, "I'm very glad I've found my father and mother and baby, and You have given us all these nice things--Amen." "And take care of the Sunday school now we are not there," added Ben, "and help me to be handy to my new father and mother, and take us all to heaven, because you're the Saviour--Amen." The mother had watched them go into the shed, and wondering what kept them there, had stolen on tip-toe round to the other side, and looked in through a space between the boards. The sight she saw caused her unmingled astonishment. She had no idea that the little ones had learned thus to pray and tell Jesus of their joys as well as their troubles. Kittie's eyes were closed, and the light from the door fell upon her sweet serene little face, while Ben, with knitted brows, was moving his head from side to side, and clasping her hand firmly.