"'Bury thy sorrow, let others be blest,
Give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.'"
It was now Margaret's turn to feel humbled.
"How could I forget, even for a moment, how you had been afflicted?" she cried, passionately. "But you are so strong, and so patient, and so cheerful, and hide your scars away so carefully, that it is hard to realize that you ever had a sorrow. But, aunty, what will Belle do if she loses Mabel?"
"'She will behave and quiet herself as a child weaned of his mother.'"
Just then the door opened, and Mabel came quietly in. Both were startled, for she rarely moved about the house now. She saw that they had been crying, and came and put an arm around each.
"What makes everybody cry?" she asked. "Is anybody dead?"
Even Margaret was astonished at the sunny smile with which Mrs. Grey instantly diverted the child's attention.
"See," she said, opening a drawer, "what I forgot to give you at Christmas."
Mabel looked in and saw a snow-white dove nestled there.
"Oh!" she said, "when I get well I will dance for joy! Grandmamma, I am not so tired to-day as I was yesterday. May I hold my baby a little while and show him this lovely dove?"