kind-hearted woman, made vigorous attacks upon her snuff-box, while
Mrs. Campbell patted Mary's head, saying, "Poor child. I can't take
you both, but you shall see your sister often."

Ella was too much pleased with Mrs. Campbell, and the thoughts of the
fine home to which she was going, to weep but her chin quivered, when
Mary held up the baby for her to kiss, and said, "Perhaps you will
never see little Allie again."

When all was ready, Mr. Knight walked around his wagon, and after
trying to adjust the numerous articles it contained, said, "I don't
see how in the world I can carry that cradle, my wagon is chuck full
now. Here is a case of shoes for the gals to stitch, and a piller case
of flour for Miss Smith, and forty 'leven other traps, so I guess
you'll have to leave it. Mebby you can find one there, and if not,
why, she'll soon get used to going without it."

Before Mary could reply, Billy whispered in her ear "Never mind, Mary;
you know that little cart that I draw mother's wood in, the cradle
will just fit it, and to-morrow afternoon I'll bring it to you, if it
doesn't rain."

Mary knew that he meant what he said, and smiling on him through her
tears, climbed into the rickety wagon, which was minus a step, and
taking Alice in her arms, she was soon moving away. In striking
contrast to this, Ella, about five minutes afterwards, was carefully
lifted into Mrs. Campbells handsome carriage, and reclining upon soft
cushions, was driven rapidly towards her new home.

Will their paths in life always continue thus different? Who can tell?