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pleasant change to them, having always lived in London."
"I think it will be pleasant indeed," said Effie; and she thought, though she did not say so, that any place would be pleasant under the bright and kindly influence of Miss Judith's thoughtful care.
"Ah, here come my little flower-girls. Now let us go out and meet them." And, so saying, Miss Judith led the way through the long window which opened upon the lawn, and a troop of village children, each one with a basket on her arm, came laughing through the shrubbery, to receive the meed of praise and admiration which they knew their golden treasures would call forth.
"Oh, Helen," said Effie, "I wish wo might stay here; but I suppose we must go home soon."
"No, we need not," said Helen, "my aunt does not want us. She is going out with Lady Laura. I thought I had told you."
"Oh, I am so glad. I have been thinking every minute you would say it was time to tro,"
And now the garden was one scene of pleasant delight, and glad voices were heard, and old Mr. Marsh was foremost in the games, and Effie joined with all the glee of her young and joyous nature. And the long wooden table was spread under the lime-trees, and new milk and cakes were served out to the rosy little group, and afterwards they went up to the house, and stood on the lawn, where the invalid Miss Marsh could see them from her window; and her sweet, gentle face gave the smile of welcome, and was to the children like a spoken blessing before their departure. They sung to her their sweetest songs, and were then dismissed as they came, to associate for ever in their minds, old age with kindness, and sunshine, and joy.
"Now let us go up-stairs," said Helen, "for wo may only stay half an hour longer, and wo must see Miss Sarah."
Efftc followed her cousin up-stairs, and
they entered Miss Marsh's pleasant little sitting-room. It opened out of her bed-room, and looked upon their lovely garden. The invalid's countenance spoke of long and severe suffering, but it told also of a joy which that suffering was unable to reach or to disturb. Effie looked at her with veneration and silent wonder. A new chapter of human life seemed to be opening upon her, and she longed to understand it, but could as yet only partially do so. This room, like the one they had been shown into below, was most attractive in its appearance. Beautiful paintings hung upon the walls, flower-stands with camellias and azaleas near the windows, books new and old on the table, and fancy-work of several kinds —all told the pleasant tale that this house was not only the abode of Christian love, but also of refinement, and education, and cultivated taste.
After they had conversed for a short time, Helen drew her cousin's attention to one or two of the paintings, which were of Miss