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'So then he understood, child; and he finds the parlour very convenient, and the people come so nicely, and it's a happy night for me. So that's what the chairs are for. 'Mr. Westerdale will be here in a minute, child; he always gets a cup of tea with me before the folks come. That's why I'm so late to-night; I always wait till he comes.
Rosalie was sitting close to Mother Manikin, and she listened very attentively to all that her old friend said. 'Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow: that was the text of the sermon. 'A long way from here, my friends, said Mr. Westerdale, 'a long way from here, in the land of Palestine, is a beautiful mountain, the top of which is covered with the purest, whitest snow.
Westerdale knew the Scripture Reader there; she had often heard him speak of him; and he would be able to go to the house and make it all right. So Rosalie felt very comforted about poor Betsey Ann. Rosalie's first week in the green pasture passed by very happily.
Hastily unfastening it, she took from it her dear picture the picture which had done so much for her and her mother and little Mother Manikin and, holding it up before the old man, she cried out 'Please, sir, it's quite safe. I've kept it all this time; and, please, I do love it so! For Mr. Westerdale was Rosalie's old friend, who had come to see her in the fair, just a year ago.
Westerdale, said Mother Manikin, introducing Rosalie. But Rosalie needed no introduction. She shook hands with the old man, and then darted out of the room, and in another minute returned with her small bag, which she had left upstairs.
Westerdale had said good-night and was gone away, Mother Manikin insisted on Rosalie's going at once to bed, for the child was very weary with her long and tiring day. She slept very soundly, and in the morning awoke to find Mother Manikin standing beside her with a cup of tea in her hands. 'Come, child, she said, 'drink this before you get up.
I danced like I hadn't danced since I left the Royal Show. So Mr. Westerdale, he says, "What's the matter, Mother Manikin?" He thought I'd gone clean off my head! "Why, Mr. Westerdale," I cried, "there's something I can do for the Good Shepherd, though I'm only three feet high!"
Westerdale, present pastor, successfully managed the program of the day, especially the collections, for he met the expense of the rebuilding and past indebtedness with the sum of over fifteen thousand dollars. He told those discouraged ministers with big audiences to go and take courage from what the mother-church, with her small number of poor parishioners, had done.
Westerdale, Mother Manikin, and Rosalie sat together over the fire talking. The old man was much encouraged by all that he heard from the child.
She had no sooner said the words than a rap was heard at the door, and the little woman ran to open it for Mr. Westerdale. He was an old man, with a rosy, good-tempered face, and a kind and cheerful voice. 'Well, Mother Manikin, he said, as he came into the kitchen, 'a good cup of tea ready for me as usual! What a good, kind woman you are! 'This is a little friend of mine, Mr.
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