for me! You have asked too much, an

o was none of the crying sort, as a rule. But there are times in the lives of each of us when all things seem too difficult for our feeble hands to smooth out; the knots, the difficulties, become hopelessly entangled; we sit down dismayed in stony despair, or we weep helplessly, according t

he little churchyard was deserted. On Sundays the simple fisher-folk wandered in and out among the Northbourne sleepers, talking softly of their old neighbours; but it never occurred to them to

urrounding silence, brooded down over her troubled soul. Her anger at the boys' mutiny died out. Somehow, among the silent sleepers round about her, it seemed small and paltry to fume over the wranglings of the schoolroom. The wind that stole up from the bay dried the tears on Theo's cheek. New resolves st

'It's due to him that the boys should apologise. Dear old

?' A sweet, shrill voice mad

did you know where to find m

nie, armed as usual with a couple of dolls, proceeded to seat herself and them on the other side of the green mound. 'Tell me about mother an'

ears of the unknown life beyond. Her simple faith was that unlimited trustful belief that our Lord alluded to

istful welcomes, for each one of her dear ones when they, too, went to that other far-off home. Theo said so. Queenie, therefore, came, with happy, childish tru

eo rose slowly from the grass, and looked down upon the f

-sympathetically, half-absently, her attention being

gures; it's the boys,'

I wish you and I was boys, Theo!' the little one plaintively added. Queenie was be

less indeed. There would be no evening preparation. Perhaps even

. Come! I have to go and see old Goody De

against the grey headstone, and she sof

either. Then hand in hand they soberly left the quiet resting-place, the missel