present and heard Mr. Leslie's conversation,
her old heart glowed within her breast, and she
felt herself carried back to the ancient clays
when the young converts went about the world
with ardent enthusiasm, preaching the new gospel
to every creature in spite of perils by land and sea,
perils of torture, and perils of death itself.
Then she would look at Sibyl. Sometimes the
girl's cheek glowed with an answering enthu-
siasm, and for the time being, Aunt Faith would
think that her heart was touched, and her soul
uplifted by the earnest love of God which shone
out from John Leslie's words. But the next
day, perhaps, a letter from her cousin in Washing-
ton would come, and Sibyl's face would light up
over the descriptions of some great ball, and her
thoughts turn towards the approaching winter
with double interest.
A mist came with the twilight, and a slight chill in the air soon brought Sibyl to the shelter of the piazza ; she never trifled with her health, her good looks were of serious importance to her,
