"We picked them by moonlight last night."
"We? I did not see you picking any."
"No; you were in the carriage then; it was so lovely, Hope, just like daylight, only better."
Hope drew her down and kissed her. "Nellie," she said, "I think I am going to begin a new life from yesterday."
"Oh, dear Hope, how glad I am!"
"Yes; it was you first made me think about it. Aunt Ruth had often urged me to make a decision; but somehow I thought there was plenty of time, and that it was for older people. And then you came, and I found that, though you were young, it was like the air you breathed, you could not do without it! And then, Nellie, you asked me, that second day you were here, if I were a Christian?"
"Yes," said Nellie, blushing; "but I was dreadfully afraid you would be offended."
"That made me think more than ever; and when I began to know you, I longed to be like you."
"Dear Hope, not like me; I wish I were more like Him."
"Oh, yes! But still, Nellie, the face of Moses shone, you know, as we were reading this morning. You need not be ashamed, dear, but rejoice that it is so."