makes me feel ashamed to think I did not find you out before and do
something better worth thanks."

"Ah, it wasn't the boots or the cake or the roses, dear Miss Belle.
It was the kind looks, the gentle words, the way it was done, that
went right to my heart, and did me more good than a million of
money. I never stole a pin after that day, for the little rose
wouldn't let me forget how you forgave me so sweetly. I sometimes
think it kept me from greater temptations, for I was a poor, forlorn
child, with no one to keep me good."

Pretty Belle looked prettier than ever as she listened, and a bright
tear stood in either eye like a drop of dew on a blue flower. It
touched her very much to learn that her little act of childish
charity had been so sweet and helpful to this lonely girl, and now
lived so freshly in her grateful memory. It showed her, suddenly,
how precious little deeds of love and sympathy are; how strong to
bless, how easy to perform, how comfortable to recall. Her heart was
very full and tender just then, and the lesson sunk deep into it
never to be forgotten.

She sat a long time watching flowers bud and blossom under Lizzie's
skilful fingers, and then hurried home to tell all her glad news to
mamma.

If the next day had not been full of most delightfully exciting
events, Belle might have felt some anxiety about her wreath, for
hour after hour went by and nothing arrived from Lizzie.

Evening came, and all was ready. Belle was dressed, and looked so