faithful in a few things, the Master has given them many. And now they have the privilege of providing for the wants of one little child, feeding and clothing him for Jesus' sake.

Another little child, upon whose life the same joy is shed, has in the course of nine months become so changed in appearance, one would hardly recognise her. The first time I saw her was at our outdoor fête. The children were playing about in kind Mrs. Harrison's lawn, but one little thing was seated all alone on the grass, looking so thin and miserable. I sat down beside her, and noticed that she had a bad cough. "What's your name?" I asked. "Mary," she said, without looking up. "You are a new child;

when did you come?"

"Last week.

"You have a bad cough-are you ill?" 66 'I think I am; I'm very miserable." "But you will soon be happy-all the children are happy."

"I never was happy in my life."

'Have you a father?'

"No, he's gone, and my stepmother is unkind to me. Nobody ever loved me." "Poor child, Jesus loves you."

"I don't think He does."

She looked up with a

"I love you.' questioning gaze. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. "No." When I told her, a beaming smile lighted up her face. "All the children love you," she said; "I'll love you too."

Here I must tell you that the love of "all the children comes to me because I am the representative of all the members of the Children's Association, and their gifts and love come through me. I try to send out all the love through the little books; but that does not make my own share any the less

"For we must share, if we would keep
That good thing from above;

Ceasing to give, we cease to have,

Such is the law of love."

But to return to little Mary. In September I got a letter from one of our young friends. She said :

"I thought you would like to know that I and a few of my young friends are going to form an Association for the Birds' Nest. As it is now the end of September, I am afraid that we could not collect enough money this year to support a child; but

I

we hope to be able to do so next year. hope that there will be five or six members, and that we shall all meet once a month for prayer; we also think of having a basket of work to sell. Is there one in particular of the nestlings who you would like us to support? We should prefer it being a girl.

When I read this letter I thought of Mary, she was so much in need of love, and I told her story to my friends. Well, a few days ago came the following let

ter:

"I am so glad to be able to enclose a Post-Office order for £8 8s. 5d. It is such an answer to prayer. Last meeting we had £5 odd. I had thought the sum needed was £6. When your letter came, and said it was £7, I told all the others, and asked them to pray for increased subscriptions. When this month began I had only collected 1s., and when I had asked the others I found that three had only a shilling between them. Still we prayed on, and asked another to join ; she did willingly, and collected a great deal in a short time; and God has given us more than we ever could have expected.

When you write, I hope to hear that all the bills are paid—we all pray for it.”

God did, indeed, answer the prayers of these dear children; and if they serve Him humbly and faithfully, He will bless them more abundantly.

Of another adopted child I must tell the whole story. He was a dear little fellow, too young for the Nest, but his father died in the hospital, a believer in Jesus; his only care was for his children; they had a very bad mother. A Christian friend promised they should be cared for, and the poor man died satisfied.

The little girl was taken into the Nest, but Eddy was too young, being only a baby. We put him to be nursed by a kind old woman. As soon as the mother saw him well dressed she took him away, sold his clothes, and after a little while went with him into the poor-house. Some years passed away, when one day a Scripture Reader met the woman begging with the child; she said she had been three weeks without a place to lie down at night. She said she was very sorry for her conduct, and if we would take the boy, she would get work. For the sake

of the promise to the dying father, we took Eddy, and a little girl in the South of England adopted him. Some months passed away, happy months for Eddy, and then his mother took him again, dressed him in miserable clothes, and went out to beg. His friend was greatly distressed, and she prayed very earnestly for her lost nestling. Öften she wrote for news. I wanted her to take another child, but she would not give up Eddy. She said, "I'll pray ON; and in October the mother again brought the child, saying if he might be in the Nest with his sister, she would never take him away again. And so little Eddy once more had his rags exchanged for Nest clothing, and he is safe and happy.

One of our new children is little Sarah, who many months ago was taken by her mother to an hospital with a very bad leg. She suffered a great deal of pain, but she bore it with great patience. The doctors did all they could to relieve her, but she still suffered. All the months that she lay in her little bed, no one came to see her. She watched the other little ones, as they received visits from fathers and mothers, and sorely felt her own loneliness. One