Little Angel started from her sleep, and, sitting up in bed, called out, "Mother, He's come; I heard Him knock."
"Yes," said her mother, who was lighting the candle, "I'm going to let him in."
"Oh, please let me go down and see Him."
"No, nonsense, child," said her mother; "your father's sure to be in drink. I'll get him quickly to bed."
"Oh, dear!" said little Angel, in a disappointed voice, as she lay down, "I thought it was Jesus knocking at the door!"
[CHAPTER III]
LITTLE ELLIE'S SISTER
THE next week there were more clothes to be taken home to Mrs. Douglas's. It was not a heavy load this time, and little Angel went alone. She was passing under one of the bow windows on her way to the passage leading to the kitchen door, when she heard a loud tapping on the pane. She looked up, and there was little Ellie nodding to her, and kissing her hand, and holding up the new doll for her to see.
And when cook opened the kitchen door, and Angel came in with the clothes, little Ellie was just coming in at the other door.
"Please, cook," said the child, "Mabel wants to see the little Angel."