So that evening she commenced her
education, and, though grammar was a queer study to _begin_ with, still
it was a beginning.
The pleasant evening wore away; the town clock had struck nine; Kitty's
father had gone quietly to sleep, and the bedroom door was shut to keep
all sounds from disturbing him. Tip had taken his candle and gone. Mrs.
Lewis sat toasting her feet before the dying fire. Yet still Kitty
lingered. She wanted to take Tip's advice, and tell her mother about her
dear, new Friend, and this evening, of such wonderful peace, seemed the
good time for doing so; but she didn't know how. If her mother would only
say something to help her! and presently she did.
"Kitty, what fit came over you, to go to work and clear up at such rate?"
"I wanted to please _you_, I guess."
Kitty knew that this answer would surprise her mother, and it did, into
utter silence; but, after what seemed to Kitty a long, _long_ time, she
spoke again:
"What did you want to do that for?"
Now for it! This was the best chance she could ever hope to have, and her
voice trembled a little:
"I wanted to please Jesus too, mother, and Mr.
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