IN a very poor neighborhood in one of our large cities, a Christian lady teaches a class of little girls. In speaking to them one afternoon of the love of Jesus, the heart of one little girl named Ella was deeply moved.
All along the way home she cried bitterly, and wished she could go back to the lady and tell her how anxious she was to be saved. The following day, when her mother was away at work, she locked the door
and started off to try and find the lady's home. After long and weary wandering, up one street and down another, Ella at last found the house where her teacher lived, but when her feet were on the steps leading up to the door, her courage failed, and, instead of ringing the bell as she had intended, she lay down on the steps and began to cry. Poor little thing! how long she might have lain there I cannot tell, but the Lord Jesus who loved her, and who saw her tears, and knew how heavy her heart was, did not allow her to be there long, when the door was opened and her teacher came out. Imagine her surprise to find her little scholar lying there all alone, with the big tear resting on her cheek. "Ella dear, is this you? whatever has brought you here?" said the lady, as with surprise she lifted the child from the cold pavement,