“Lilly, my darling!  My own precious darling!” She bent over her sister, and the little arms clasped her neck tightly, as she lifted and bore her back to the dormitory.

“You may get their clothes ready, Mrs. Williams.  Rest assured, my dear Mrs. Grayson, they will go now without any further difficulty.  Of course we dislike to separate sisters, but it can’t be helped sometimes.  If you like, I will show you over the asylum while the children are prepared.”  Miss White led the way to the schoolroom.

“I am very dubious about that little one.  Fanny, how will you ever manage two such dispositions, one all tears and the other all fire and tow?” said Mr. Grayson.

“A truce to your fears, Alfred.  We shall get on charmingly after the first few days.  How proud I shall be with such jewels!” Beulah sat down on the edge of the blue-curtained bed, and drew her idol close to her heart.  She kissed the beautiful face, and smoothed the golden curls she had so long and so lovingly arranged, and, as the child returned her kisses, she felt as if rude hands were tearing her heart-strings loose.  But she knew she must give her up.  There was no effort within her power which could avail to keep her treasure, and that brave spirit nerved itself.  Not a tear dimmed her eye, not a sob broke from her colorless lips.

“Lilly, my own little sister, you must not cry any more.  Let me wash your face; you will make your head ache if you cry so.”

“Oh, Beulah!  I don’t want to go away from you.”

“My darling, I know you don’t; but you will have a great many things to make you happy, and I shall come to see you as often as I can.  I can’t bear to have you go, either; but I cannot help it, and I want you to go quietly, and be so good that the lady will love you.”

“But to-night, when I go to bed, you will not be there to hear me say my prayers.  Oh, sister! why can’t you go?”

“They do not want me, my dear Lilly; but you can kneel down and say your prayers, and God will hear you just as well as if you were here with me, and I will ask Him to love you all the more, and take care of you—­”

Here a little arm stole round poor Beulah’s neck, and Claudia whispered with a sob: 

“Will you ask Him to love me too?”

“Yes, Claudy; I will.”

“We will try to be good.  Oh, Beulah—­I love you so much, so very much!” The affectionate child pressed her lips repeatedly to Beulah’s bloodless cheek.

“Claudy, if you love me, you must be kind to my little Lilly.  When you see that she is sad, and crying for me, you must coax her to be as contented as possible, and always speak gently to her.  Will you do this for Beulah?”

“Yes, that I will!  I promise you I will, and, what is more, I will fight for her!  I boxed that spiteful Charley’s ears the other day for vexing her, and I will scratch anybody’s eyes out that dares to scold her.  This very morning I pinched Maggie black and blue for bothering her, and I tell you I shall not let anybody impose on her.”  The tears dried in her brilliant eyes, and she clinched her little fist with an exalted opinion of her protective powers.