"I'm glad we've thanked Him; now it won't look as if we had forgotten," he said as they rose. "It would be real mean, you know, Kit, when God took such care of us in Peters Street. Miss Randolphe said she would come and see us some day, and hear our verses. We mustn't forget them. Let's come under the tree and say them." Mrs. Gray stepped forward, and without appearing to have seen the children before, asked them to come and help her get tea ready, for father was coming in, and they were all to have tea on the green. She wanted them to carry out the cups and plates, and bread and butter, then after that she wished them to sing their hymns. CHAPTER IV. LAMBS OF THE FLOCK. "Before tea, Harry must get his face washed," Mrs. Gray said, and taking baby on her knee, proceeded to sponge his rosy cheeks. Harry screamed lustily. "I never scream when Ben washes my face," said Kit, who was watching the operation with great interest. "No, but you are older than Harry, and know better," said her mother. "I'm growing a bigger girl," said Kit, straightening herself. "I'm _up to my head_,--see!" and she placed her hand on the top of her curly locks. "So you are," said her mother, laughing; "and down to your toes." "When Harry is up to my head and down to my toes, he won't scream when being washed," cried Kit. "I hope not," replied her mother, as Ben laughed merrily; "but see, he's a good boy now, and fit to be kissed; so we will lay him down on the grass to kick, while we set the table for tea." They spread a table-cloth on the green, and the children were delighted to help. It was so different from anything they had done before. Ben carried out hassocks for Kit and himself, and the two ran back and forward with plates, cups, and spoons, and every time they came with a fresh article, baby Harry crowed and kicked afresh. "Now, that's the train in," said Mrs. Gray, "go to the gate, and look for father. In a few minutes he should be here." Soon they both returned to the house each holding the father's hand, and each carrying a parcel. Ben waited while Kit's parcel was being opened, and then both children uttered a cry of delight. A wax doll with blue eyes and flaxen ringlets made its appearance dressed in blue. "I couldn't resist bringing it to her," said Gray, "I guessed that she never had such before." Kit hugged her new treasure much as her mother had hugged her the night before, while her eyes grew lustrous, and a bright flush spread over her cheeks. Ben quite forgot for the minute to open his parcel, he was so lost in admiration over Kit's doll. But when he had time to think of his and had opened it he found himself the possessor of a First Reading Book crammed full with illustrations. There were pictures of dogs and cats, horses, ships, soldiers, etc., etc.