24 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

stopped to speak to the children he met
when he was walking out. I remember
hearing Mary Frasier tell how kind and
good-natured he was to her, one day,
when she was quite small.

She was going to one of the neigh-
bor’s—this was Mary’s story—with a
pitcher in her hand, after something for
her mother, when she met Mr. Daley.

«‘Good morning, my dear,” said the
minister, with a sweet smile shining
from his face. ‘Good morning, Mary.
How do you do? and how are they all
at home 2”’ ;

Mary said she was almost afraid to
speak to him, at first; but she supposed