‘BETSY BRIAN’S NEEDLE. up and mended as if it had never been torn. Betsy, she just sat and stared agape, but the girl only laughed and went on, taking up one thingy and another till the heap of clothes was all done. “Now, go to sleep,’ cried the girl, and she made a pass before Betsy’s eyes, and Betsy went sound asleep and did not wake till the sun was shining - in at the window next morning.” ie “ And had the girl gone?” cried Ruby, as Nurse paused. | “Yes, she was gone, but she had left her needle, and it was just a fairy needle and mended the clothes like magic. Great grandmother said _ that she had often seen it.” - “ And—where is it now?” cried Ruby. “ Have you got it, Nursie, or your mother?” But Nurse shook her head. | “Tt went,” she said, “mysteriously. When Betsy Brian died her son’s wife had it, but she - was a poor, cold-hearted thing, and never gave bite or sup to the poor. And one day she drove a poor old lame man away who had asked to rest a bit by the fire—’twas winter cold then—and next day the needle was gone and nobody has ever seen it again er “Oh! What a pity!” said Ruby,