“This is my wallet, which Quady has made for me to carry my kittens in; and pussy has enjoyed it so much!  ’Tis the way Quady’s people used to carry their babies through these very streets, only there were prettier walks here then.  O, he has told me so many pretty stories!”

“How came you to have your kitten with you? and why did you go away so far, and stay so late, my dear?  I have been looking for you a long time.”

“O, mother, I will tell you all about it.  As I was bidding my kittens good-bye, after having a little talk with them, as I usually do before going to school, I missed one of the smallest, which I call Charity, because she always looks up at the larger ones, when they play with her too roughly, in such a forgiving way.  I looked all around, and not finding her, thought she must have strayed away by herself, and I ran off to school.  Our lesson for to-day was Faith, Hope, and Charity; as I read the last word I looked down, and there was my own Charity peeping at me from out my pocket.  I explained to my teacher how it happened, for I thought she would be displeased; but having an errand into the next room just then, she did not think of kitten, who lay quietly sleeping again; and when I had said all my lessons, my teacher excused me, saying it was because I had been a good girl.  And so we strolled over the commons together, Charity and I, and I dressed her in wild flowers, and she did look so innocent!  On we went, I running after kitten, and then kitten after me, when, before I thought how far we had come, I espied Quady’s low home a little way off, and he was sitting at the door.  He did not see me until I stood before him, and then he went into his house and brought out a large pipe and gave to me; I thought it so strange that poor Quady should think a little girl could smoke a pipe, but I took it to please him, and then he showed me so many curious things; there was a large bow, and arrows with sharp bits of iron in their heads, and he was going to shoot a little sparrow which sat upon the fence, but I caught his arm, and begged him not to kill the poor thing.  I told him God made the sparrow to be happy, and he asked me if I meant the Great Spirit, if my God was his God?  When I told him it was, he put up his bow and came and sat down by me, and taking a little paper from his bosom, unrolled it, and there were the daisies which I had given him so long ago!  He asked if the Great Spirit made them, too, and if he had sent me to give them to him; and when I told him the great Spirit made all the flowers, made everything, and loved everybody who loved him, and that he would let his children all come home and live with him by-and-by, the tears rolled down his cheeks, and he said,—­’O! me see my brothers, then! me not be all alone!  Me love Great Spirit; Great Spirit so good to send little white-face to tell me how to get home.’  Then I could not help crying myself, mother, for I thought I should like to meet Quady’s brothers there.”