MAR-GE-RY's mo-ther liv-ed at the end of a long green lane in a lit-tle neat cot-tage. Mar-gery's mo-ther had a gar-den; in this gar-den was an ap-ple tree; and un-der this tree was a bench, where she u-sed to sit and work in a sum-mer's e-ven-ing. Mar-ge-ry was four years old. She had a lit-tle sis-ter who was call-ed Lu-cy. Lucy could not walk, be-cause she was ve-ry young.

One morn-ing, when Mar-ge-ry's mo-ther had put her ba-by to sleep in the cra-dle, she said to Mar-ge-ry,"Stand by the cra-dle, Mar-ge-ry,

and take care of the ba-by, while I go to the garden to get gar-den stuff for din-ner." So Marge-ry's mo-ther, ta-king a bas-ket in her hand, went first to cut a cab-bage; she next got up a few po-ta-toes; and then, go-ing to the ap-ple tree, she got eight red cheek-ed ap-ples off the tree to make a pie. But the bas-ket was full, and would not hold the ap-ples; so she left them upon the bench which was un-der the tree, and went back in-to the house.

When she came back in-to the house, she said to Mar-ge-ry, "Go to the ap-ple tree, and bring me the ap-ples which are up-on the bench; but eat none.

So Mar-ge-ry went to the tree, and found the ap-ples up-on the bench. She put them in-to her pin-a-fore; she did not eat one of them; but ran back with them to her mo-ther.

When her mo-ther count-ed them, and found there were eight, she knew that Mar-ge-ry had not eat-en one. Then she said, "Mar-ge-ry, you have done right." Then she took the largest of the ap-ples, and made Mar-ge-ry a dumpling for her-self. At din-ner time, when the large pie was rea-dy for Mar-ge-ry's fa-ther and mother, there was a lit-tle dump-ling for Mar-gery.

Mar-ge-ry had e-nough for her-self, and some to spare for lit-tle Lu-cy.

Mar-ge-ry had been taught that the eye of God was up-on her; and that, al-though no hu-man be-ing saw her, He was al-ways pre-sent who had said, "Thou shalt not steal." She had also been taught, that to take an ap-ple, or even a pin, which was not her own, was a breach of God's ho-ly com-mand; and that who-so-e-ver breaks one of God's com-mands, though but in thought, com-mits sin, and the wa-ges of sin is death; there-fore all need seek to Je-sus.

ONE day, Mar-ge-ry hav-ing done her work and said her task ve-ry well, her mo-ther told her she might go and play where she pleas-ed. Now, just be-hind the house, there was a sha