"No, my dear; it's my heart."
"Poor mother! Won't Jesus take the pain away?"
"I don't know; perhaps He will some day."
"We'll ask Him now! Miss Morris says we must tell Him everything!"
"Well, you ask Him, Molly."
So the child knelt down on the kitchen floor, and covering her face with her hands, prayed earnestly—
"Please, dear Jesus, take mother's pain away, and not make her heart ache any more."
Then arising from her knees, she looked around with a radiant countenance, and was met by her mother's smile—a smile that seemed to drive away all thoughts of sorrow, so full was it of tender love.
The next moment, the cottage door was flung open, and Dick rushed in, out of breath, and pale with fright.
"Mother! Oh, mother!" he cried, half sobbing.