70 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK.

 

her name the child read. It
was Hope.

Then the sleeper trembled,
when he remembered how he
had spent a wicked and thought-
less day. And the angels bent
ther bright eyes sadly upon
him; and Hope said, “We will
meet here again in a year from
this night.”

Then they suddenly vanish-

ed, and the sleeping boy awoke,