great and fabled city.

"Oh, mamma, see that big pine top! Doesn't it look like windows?" cried
Hughie, pointing to one of the lofty pine crests through which the sky
quivered like molten gold.

"And the streets of the city are pure gold," said the mother, softly.

"Yes, I know," said Hughie, confidently, for to him all the scenes and
stories of the Bible had long been familiar. "Is it like that, mamma?"

"Much better, ever so much better than you can think."

"Oh, mamma, I'm just awful hungry!"

"Come away, then; so am I. What have you got, Jessie, for two very
hungry people?"

"Porridge and pancakes," said Jessie, the minister's "girl," who not
only ruled in the kitchen, but using the kitchen as a base, controlled
the interior economy of the manse.

"Oh, goody!" yelled Hughie; "just what I like." And from the plates of
porridge and the piles of pancakes that vanished from his plate no one
could doubt his word.

Their reading that night was about the city whose streets were of pure
gold, and after a little talk, Hughie and his baby brother were tucked
away safely for the night, and the mother sat down to her never-ending
task of making and mending.