"'Cast thy burden upon the Lord.'"
"Yea, Lord, I will," was her voiceless answer to the Divine injunction; "I am oppressed, undertake for me."
And then her spirit grew lighter, and she smiled brightly on her little Elsie, who, with her dollie in her hand, had just entered the kitchen.
"I am going to give dollie a swing, mother," she said in her clear, childish treble. "Good-bye, we're going up ever so high, dollie and me; we aren't a bit afraid."
"Don't go too high, darling, for fear you tumble."
"I wouldn't tumble, mother, 'cause of hurting dollie."
And with this speech the little maiden departed towards the garden. Presently however she retraced her steps, and looking into the kitchen window, she said pleadingly—
"May Kitty come and swing me, just a little while?"
"Kitty is too busy, darling; run and play by yourself," answered her mother.
"But I'm lonely wi'vout the boys; do spare Kitty just for five minutes!"