"that we might see Him when he goes

around from house to house."

"Why, of course we can't," answered Tom decidedly.

Posy played with the kittens in her lap.

"Come, Kitty, and have your bonnet on," she said, folding her handkerchief over the head of one of the kittens and tying it under her chin. "Poor thing, you haven't got a single dress after your name, and I must make you one. And I guess I'd better make some little cow-catchers around your forehead; they are very becoming to your little rosy face."

"Cow-catchers!" laughed Tom. "You mean beau-catchers! What a little goosie you are, Posy!"

"I know that just as well as you can," answered Posy, blushing; and she thought it best to turn the conversation.

"Tom," she said, "I guess I shall marry