The widow laid her hand on the fair, shining hair, and said gently, "Yes, Milly is naughty; she has a naughty, passionate temper, and that has made her hurt Bob." "Take Milly's naughty temper away, please," said the little girl, lifting her tear-stained face from the coverlet. The widow shook her head. "I can't do that for Milly," she said, "but Jesus can, and will, if she asks Him to do it for her." It was not the first time the child had heard that name, but it was the first time He had ever been spoken of as being her Friend—willing to do anything for her. And her blue eyes opened more widely still, as the widow went on to tell of the love and gentleness of this Friend, and how he would listen to the prayers of even little children, and grant their requests. Milly had already learned to kneel down and put her hands together in prayer, and she did so now, repeating the simple words she had been taught by the widow. When she had done, Bob came and lifted her on the bed beside his mother. "Now, Milly, shall I teach you something the Lord Jesus said about being meek and gentle, instead of angry and passionate?" asked the widow, drawing the little face down to hers, and kissing the fair, rounded cheek. "Please," said the child. "He did hear me, didn't He; and He won't let me get angry and hurt Bob again, will He?" she asked anxiously. "Milly must try to be gentle, as well as pray to be gentle," said the widow. "Jesus said, 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.' Now, Milly, say that again, because I want you to learn it, and say it every night." The child repeated the words several times, and, having a retentive memory, she soon knew them by heart. From this time, it became noticeable that, young as she was, she did try to curb her passionate temper. That it was not easy to do this could be seen, but she nevertheless persevered in her efforts, and the outbursts became more rare and less violent during several years which glided by, with no event to mark them, beyond the receiving of one or two parcels of clothes for the lone little girl from Dr. Mansfield's housekeeper. CHAPTER IV. THE WIDOW'S DEATH. "BLESSED are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth." Little Milly was kneeling at the widow's bedside repeating this verse, as she did every night. "Why do I say that so often?" she asked, as she arose from her knees and Bob lifted her into bed. "Because I think Milly needs it," said the widow. "But I don't go into tempers now," said the child. "I'm trying to be meek and lowly, like Jesus, that I may go and see my papa." It was a long time since Milly had mentioned this name, and all thought it had faded from her memory. It brought the tears to the widow's eyes as she heard it. "What makes you cry?" asked Milly. "You said one day I should see papa. Won't Jesus take me to see him soon?" "Perhaps He will, dear," replied the widow, kissing the little face.