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Sgi {WO or three weeks after the last-mentioned
incident, a group of boys were assembled on

  

“the play-ground, when there appeared at
the gate an aged woman of quiet and quaint
aspect. Her dress was old-fashioned and
peculiar, and her manner and appearance were those of
one who seldom crept from her own homely fireside, to
mingle in the great world. Her face, though bearing
deeply the stern mark of time, wore such an expression
of peace, and sweet, holy serenity, that none could look
at it without loving it, and feeling that they were in
the presence of one who walked with God. She opened
the large gate timidly, and looked rather dismayed to
find herself suddenly in the midst of a large party of
boys, all curiously looking at her.

‘Is Maurice Gray here ?” she asked.

“ No, he is not, ma’am, he is in the house,” was the
answer. “Have you brought anything to sell? You
seem to have a nice large basket.”