"He's so good--oh, so awful good--and he ain't never had no chance with Pappy Lon. If he gets well, we'll work together, and we won't steal nothin' ever no more." "I feel positive you won't," assured Ann. "You remember, I told you tonight how very good God is to all His children, and you are a child of His, and you know that the Bible says that you must never take anything that doesn't belong to you." "Nope, I ain't never seen no Bible," faltered Flea. "Then I'm going to give you one, and you can learn to read it. Wouldn't you be happy if your brother should get well, and you knew that your prayers had done it?" "It wouldn't be me, Ma'm; 'twould be you and your brother." Ann considered how she should best begin to open the young mind to truth. "Child, would you like me to tell you a story?" she asked presently. "Yep," replied Flea eagerly. "Is it about fairies, or ghosts, or goblins what live near lakes?" "No; it's about Jesus, who died to save the world." Then gently and simply Ann told the story of the Passion to the wondering girl, and shortly after left her to sleep. Miss Shellington went to her brother's study, and he met her with a quizzical smile. "You've woven a net about yourself, Sis, haven't you?" said he. "And about you, too, Dear," Ann retorted. "But, Horace, I shouldn't have thought of keeping them, if you hadn't consented." She looked so troubled, her brow puckered up in thought, that he smiled again. "Of course, you wouldn't--I know that. But I'm not in the least sorry. We've money enough to do a kindness once in awhile. And as long as you don't work yourself to death over them I sha'n't complain." They were silent for a little while. Then presently Ann spoke musingly: "Horace, do those children remind you of someone?" "I don't know that they do. I'm not a fellow who notices resemblances. Why?" "I can't tell. Only, when they stood there tonight by the table, looking so forlorn, there was something familiar about them." "Your dear, tender heart imagined it," Horace declared. "Possibly. Still, the feeling has been with me ever since. Horace, I've always wanted to do some real work, and don't you think this--" "Hark!" Horace interrupted. "Wasn't that the bell?" "Yes, it's Everett, I hope," said Ann, rising, "I thought perhaps he would run in. Yes, I hear his voice! Shall I bring him in here for a few moments?" "Yes." When Everett came in, Horace noted that he had lost the frown. Brimbecomb good naturedly demanded if Ann intended to start a kindergarten. He recounted how Mr. and Mrs. Vandecar had received their excuses, and then said: "Ann, Mrs. Vandecar thought you so charitably inclined. She seemed quite exercised over the story. But you don't intend to keep them here after tomorrow morning, do you?" "Well, you see, Everett," Ann explained, "Horace and I have talked for a long time about doing some real charity work; so now we're going to try an experiment." "These boys--"