"Mr. Olmney. He sat with me some time after you had gone."
"So you said before," said Fleda, wondering at the troubled expression of her aunt's face.
"He made me wish," said Mrs. Rossitur, hesitating, "that I could be something different from what I am I believe I should be a great deal happier."
The last word was hardly spoken. Fleda rose to her knees, and putting both arms about her aunt, pressed face to face, with a clinging sympathy that told how very near her spirit was, while tears from the eyes of both fell without measure.
"Dear aunt Lucy dear aunt Lucy I wish you would I am sure you would be a great deal happier "
But the mixture of feelings was too much for Fleda; her head sank lower on her aunt's bosom, and she wept aloud.
"But I don't know anything about it," said Mrs. Rossitur, as well as she could speak "I am as ignorant as a child!"
"Dear aunty! that is nothing God will teach you, if you ask him he has promised. Oh, ask him, aunt Lucy! I know you would be happier. I know it is better a million times to be a child of God, than to have everything in the world. If they only brought us that, I would be very glad of all our troubles indeed I would."
"But I don't think I ever did anything right in my life," said poor Mrs. Rossitur.
"Dear aunt Lucy!" said Fleda, straining her closer, and with
her very heart gushing out at these words "dear aunty,
Christ came for just such sinners for just such as you and
I."