For several moments the boys stood looking at each other in mute fear, after the man had passed on, and then Johnny said, solemnly,
"Jimmy, did you ever pray the same as the rich folks do?"
"No."
"Let's do it now, an' p'r'aps Katy'll get well."
"Well, let's," replied Jimmy, earnestly, and there, upon the dusty street, two boys whose ragged coats covered true, kindly hearts, prayed, after their fashion, to the God of whom they had but seldom heard, for the life of "their girl."
[to be continued.]
"BREAD-AND-BUTTER DAYS."—From a Painting by Weedon Grossmith.