A few minutes after supper both girls became drowsy, and Mrs.
Ripley, candle in hand, conducted them upstairs to the small room
set apart for their use.
This was another novel experience for the visitor. She insisted at
first upon lying on the hard floor, for never in her life had she
touched a bed; but after awhile, she became willing to share the
couch with her playmate.
Alice knelt down by the side of the little trundle bed and said her
prayers, as she always did; but Linna could not understand what it
meant. She wonderingly watched her until she was through, and then
with some misgiving, clambered among the clothes, and the mother
tucked her up, though the night was so warm they needed little
covering.
Mrs. Ripley felt that she ought to tell the dusky child about her
heavenly Father, and to teach her to pray. She therefore sat down
on the edge of the bed, and in simple words began the wonderful
story of the Saviour, who gave His life to save her as well as all
others.
Alice dropped asleep right away, but Linna lay motionless, with her
round black eyes fixed on the face of the lady, drinking in every
word she said. By and by, however, the eyelids began to droop, and
the good woman ceased. Who shall tell what precious seed was thus
sown in that cabin in Wyoming, more than a hundred years ago?
While Mrs.
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