And slowly the old woman read on until she reached the end of the chapter, while the children listened with wide-open and wondering eyes. To Nelly the words seemed to come like a revelation, responding to the deepest feeling of her nature, and awakening thoughts within her that were too big for utterance. Benny, however, on the contrary, could see nothing particularly interesting in the narrative itself. But the art of reading was to him a mystery past all comprehension. How granny could see that story upon the page of her Bible was altogether beyond his grasp. At length, after scratching his head vigorously for some time, he burst out—
"By jabers! I's got it at last!—Jimmy Jones squeeze me if I ain't! It's the specks that does it."
"Does what?" said Nelly.
"Why, the story bizness, to be sure. Let me look at the book through your specks, shall I, granny?"
" Ay, if you like, Benny." And the next minute he was looking at the Bible with granny's spectacles astride his nose, and an expression of disappointment upon his face.
"Golly! I's sold!" was his exclamation. "But this, are a poser, and no mistake."
"What's such a poser?" said granny.
"Why, how yer find the story in the book; for I can see nowt." And Benny looked as disappointed as if he had earned nothing for a week.
By much explaining, however, granny enabled him to comprehend in some vague way how the mystery was
