Agnes Eden's happy face was the most pleasant sight on
that day. The little girl received a Bible, and as it was given to
her her pale face was coloured with bright pink, her blue eyes
lighted up, her smile was radiant with the beauty of innocence, but
Lily could not look at her without self-reproach. She resolved to
make up for her former neglect by double kindness, and determined
that, at any rate, Passion Week should be properly spent--she would
not once miss going to church.
But on Monday, when Emily proposed to ride to Devereux Castle, she
assented, only saying that they would return for evening service.
She took care to remind her sister when it was time to set out
homewards; but Emily was, as usual, so long in taking her leave that
it was too late to think of going to church when they set off.
About two miles from Beechcroft Lily saw a little figure in a gray
cloak trudging steadily along the road, and as she came nearer she
recognised Kezia Grey. She stopped and asked the child what brought
her so far from home.
'I am going for the doctor, Miss,' said the child.
'Is your mother worse?' asked Lily.
'Mother is pretty well,' said Kezia; 'but it is for Agnes Eden, Miss-
-she is terrible bad.
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