And when they parted to go home, they both felt glad that nobody had seen them near the bean-field.

Ah! but somebody had.

One night, a good while after this, Jim was in bed. He was sound asleep. Sound, only something troubled him. Ever since that evening along with Pete, Jim had felt that they did wrong to go, meaning to steal beans. They didn't steal, it was true, but they would have done had it not been for But Pete and Jim kept their sin secret. Jim often wished to tell his mother. And this very night, when mother came with him to see him in bed and hear his prayers, as he looked up into her face, he wanted to tell her what was in his heart, and hurting him. But mother kissed him, and was gone before he could say it. And so he slept and dreamed it all over again. And in his dream he heard a 'VOICE' tell everything that

he and Pete had done. The VOICE' told how

they went to steal; how they heard somebody coming; how they climbed up the dyke; how they slid down again when the dog barked; how they found the beans and 'didn't steal 'em.' Yes, the 'VOICE' told everything. Jim was in agony. Oh! if he could only tell his mother! How it would ease his heart. Why was he so wicked to want to steal? Would morning never come !

"Jim !"

"Mother!"

"What is my boy dreaming about?" said some-one very tenderly.

"Why, look here, it's morning, and you dreaming like that?"

"I want to tell you that I went stealing beans once, and I never told you. And I wish I had;

and I thought nobody knew but Pete and me. And 'SOMEBODY ELSE' does know, for they told it in my dreaming."

"Yes, darling, I know," said his mother, kissing him. "Grandfather was here last night, in the next room. You thought nobody saw you that night. Never think so, my boy. Your own grandfather was in the corn-field close by all the while. He watched that you did nothing wrong. But, Jim, weren't you there yourself? And, Jim, did you think that God was not there ?''

And the former called the latter' Little Prig!'

Bun replied:

You are, doubtless, very BIG;

But all sorts of things and weather

Must be taken in together

To make up a year
And a sphere.

And I think it no disgrace

To occupy my place.

If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry!

I'll not deny you make

A very pretty squirrel track;

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put ;

If I cannot carry forests on my back,

Neither can you crack a nut."

Now I ask you this: Did you ever hear of a boy or a girl who got up in the morning and wanted it to be a wet day? I should think not! You like fine, bright, dry days. So do I. But Kif Diamond didn't. And I'm going to tell you how it was.

Maybe you might think at first that it was because Kif had a grand house to live in, and you might suppose he wanted it to be wet days so that he could get to stay at home, and not go to school, and have no lessons to say, and you might, perhaps, guess that he liked rainy days best just because he would rather be at home romping over warm carpets, rolling on the rug