"No, indeed," said Nelly, indignantly. "I never thought of such a thing. Don't you believe it, Kitty. I am not one of that kind."
"I don't think you are, Nelly. You are a real Christian; and I'm sorry I ever called you a saint."
"It wasn't a very bad name," said Nelly, demurely. "We call the apostles so every day. But now come in this minute. That's right. Granny, how nice and light and cheerful it looks here! and how good the tea smells! Kitty is going to have some supper with us."
"Sure she is welcome as flowers in May. And it's glad I am I made the cakes for you," replied the kind-hearted old woman. "But what's the matter, dear? You shouldn't have the tear in your eye this blessed night, of all the nights in the year."
"Kitty has lost her place, granny," replied Nelly. "So no wonder she feels bad. But I hope it will all turn out right yet."
"To be sure. There's a silver lining to every cloud. Remember that, dears. If it wasn't dark sometimes, we never should see the moon. But what have you there, my Lady Eleanor? Are you going to set-up a shop yourself?"
Nelly's presents were displayed, and wondered over to her heart's content. Then came the production of granny's shawl and hood; and the old woman promised, much to Nelly's delight, to wear them to church next day. Her own present to Nelly was a little felt hat trimmed with blue, just the thing for church and Sunday-school. Nelly only regretted that her blue frock was not ready to go with it.
"Sure I can tuck it up just for to-morrow; and you need not mind the waist under your fine new shawl," said granny. "Give me the thread and needle, till I try. And won't we be as fine as paycocks, just?"
"Here is something for you, Kitty," said Nelly, modestly. "It is only a little basket; but I thought it would do to remember me by, and to hold your working-things."
"I am sure it was very good in you to remember me at all, Nelly," said poor Kitty, crying afresh. "I don't deserve it the least bit in the world."