toast, for I think that the poor thing must need something of the kind by this time."
Nattie looked up at these words, and moved a hand toward her mouth. The action was expressive. The little woman went out, and soon returned with a dish of tea and some nicely browned toast.
Nattie's eyes gleamed with eagerness at the sight, but soon the tears began to roll in great drops down her cheeks. She drank a part of the tea and ate a few mouthfuls.
"Take it away!" she then exclaimed; "take it away! I used to have such at home, long ago, the thought is too much."
"Poor child! I am afraid that your home is burned," said the young wife, kindly; "but do not cry about it now, you are so hurt and sick; perhaps you will have another as good, sometime. Often, when our trouble seems deepest, God is close at hand, to lead us safely through."
"I know that God is good, or I should have
