"A REAL LITTLE HOME MISSIONARY"
MRS. DALE was rather astonished one morning when, coming into her sitting room to breakfast, she saw a rather crumpled note lying on her plate, directed in an uneducated hand:—
"To Mrs. Webster's lady.
"From Ellen's friend what spoke to you last
Tuesday. With her respects and best wishes."
She was still more astonished when she opened and read Peggy's recipe.
And she read it, not once, nor twice, but she seemed to be weighing every word; and then slowly her eyes filled with tears.
The interest of a little servant-maid in her welfare did not seem impertinent; it touched the heart that had till now been filled with aching bitterness.
When Ellen came to clear away the breakfast things she spoke to her.
"Did your little friend give you this note to give me?" she asked.
Ellen crimsoned, then answered nervously—
"Yes, please, mum. And I hope you'll excuse her, mum, if she have written anythin' not proper, for Peggy be different like to most of the folks here. You see, her come from Lunnon!"