Frances drew near with some timidity. Conscious of her faults, andexpecting the word of truth to be directed to her heart, she had atthat moment rather have escaped from it. But her mamma, taking herhands into hers, and sitting down on a garden stool that was nigh,she felt that the words would be words of love, aid her heartbeginning to soften, the tears were ready to flow, for she knew thather mamma would speak to her of Jesus and of his blood, which wasshed for sinners.

"Do you know quite well, my kid, that among the fruits of theSpirit enumerated, Gal. v., there is one called TEMPERANCE?"

"Yes, mamma," she said in reply.