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 asking her name, accosted her as I have
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 already told you.
 "- ]ON'T you want to go to Sun- Sally gazed wonderingly at the child,
 "day-school, little girl ?" who seemed so anxious to have her go
 SThe voice was sweet and somewhere with her, though she could
 "clear, and it fell on the child's not possibly understand where, since she
ear, so unaccustomed to words of kind- had never even heard of a Sunday-
ness, like the sound of sweet music. school.
 We have such nice times there,- But there was a corner of Sally's heart
sing, and have pretty ladies to tell us which was full of the love of beautiful
Bible stories, and libr'y books and pic- things; and when Bessie spoke of
ture-cards to carry home. Don't you "pretty ladies, and songs, and pictures,"
think you would like to come ?" Sally had a vague idea that a Sunday-
 This was Bessie Thornton's first effort school must be like the beautiful Heaven
at missionary work. All the children of which she had once heard,-only
were to try their very best that week to once, children, in all her life.
see how many they could gather in, and How often she had stood, shivering,
Bessie had started out in the bright, out on the streets, to watch the ladies go
early morning, her face and heart all by, drawing away her tattered dress, lest
aglow with her errand. it should soil the splendid garments they
 She walked along the busy streets, wore; or, on tiptoe, in front of the store
looking eagerly on either side, in search windows, gazing, and gazing admiringly,
of some child who should wear a certain at the beautiful pictures displayed there
unmistakable look, which would say, just or lingering around a church-door
as plainly as words could say, I don't (Sally never dared to go in), listening to
go anywhere to Sunday-school." the sweet organ-music, until tears started
 At last, glancing down a narrow street, unbidden into her eyes, and she had
 which she was passing, Bessie spied a walked slowly back to her dreary home,
 little, ragged girl at the further end of with a song in her heart which lasted all
 it. Her mamma had set a limit to her the day long.
 walk, since she dared not trust her little Poor little Sally Shut out from all
 daughter in the poorest or most lonely the blessings, which so many children
 streets; and Bessie's heart had begun forget to prize,-for her home was very
 to sink way, way down, since Pleasant poor and bare, and her father and moth-
 street was almost reached, and yet she er had driven all love for her out of their
 had not met one single child of whom hearts by the cruel thirst for drink.
 she could ask the all-important ques- "I'd as lief go anywhere with you,
 tion. Miss," she said at last, looking up into
 She ran eagerly toward her, and after the beaming face, "only you'd mind my