Little Alices Palace | Page 4

dirt that clung to her garments; but the stranger, taking no notice of her untidy condition, clasped the child's fingers in her white hand, and told her to lead her to her home.
It was a brown cottage, very like mine, only that one was hung with cobwebs, and the dust was an inch thick upon the floor, and the window was so begrimmed that scarcely any light came through.
"Ugh!" said the lady, as she stood upon the threshold and looked in.
"Bring me a broom!" And she brushed away the hanging webs, and made the floor neat and clean, and taught the child to wash the window, until the bright sun came in and played about the floor and upon the walls; and then she made the little girl wash her face and hands, and put on a better frock, that she found in the chest.
"Now, my little princess," said she, "come outside for a while, in the fresh air, and I will talk to you."
"Why do you call me 'little princess'?" asked the child, as they sat down upon the cottage-step, while the birds twittered about them and the sweet breath of summer touched their cheeks.
"Because you are the daughter of a great King," said the lady, gently stroking her soft, brown hair, that she had found so tangled and shaggy, but had made so nice and smooth.
"My father was a poor man, and he lies in the graveyard," said the little girl, as she looked wonderingly at her friend.
"Yes; but I mean your heavenly Father," said the lady--"he whom we call GOD. Surely you have heard of him, my dear child!"
The little girl said that she had heard of him; but, from what she could learn, the lady knew that she looked upon him as one that is afar off; and she wished to teach her how very near he is continually, even round about her bed and about her path, and spying out all her ways.
"Do you live here all alone, dear child?" asked she kindly.
Her words were so sweet and gentle that they sounded like the murmur of the brook near the little child's home.
"All day long alone, while mother is away at her work," answered the child, with her eyes full of sad tears.
"And what do you do with the weary hours? Do they not seem very dull and dreary to you?" asked the lady.
"Ah, yes," said the little one. "I have nobody to play with or talk to; and I'm glad when the night comes and I can creep into bed and shut my eyes and forget everything."
"What if you had some kind friend ever near, to smile on you and bless you,--somebody to whom you could tell all your little sorrows as you are now doing to me?" said the lady. "Would that be pleasant?"
"Oh yes, indeed!" returned the child. "Will you stay?" for she had felt it very sweet to be sitting there with the kind lady's words falling like music upon her ear, and her heart was lighter and happier than it had been in all her life.
"I cannot always be with you," said the lady. "But there is One who 'will never leave you.' How beautiful he has made everything about you!" And she looked upon the green earth, with the peeping flowers, and upon the delicate shrubs that skirted the roadside, and the wild-roses and creeping plants along the hedges, and then she looked up into the blue heavens, with such an expression of love that the child gazed at her with rapture.
"Such a good God!" said the lady, still looking up with the bright light upon her face. "And such a wondrously beautiful world, where we may walk joyously, with his love in our hearts as well as all about our path; and yet we sit in the dust weeping, and forget that he is our Father, and that he is watching for us to turn towards him--poor, wandering, wayward children that we are!"
Though the lady spoke as if to herself, the child knew that she was thinking of her; for she had not quite put away the shame of her first appearance; and she touched her white hand timidly with her brown finger, and said, really in earnest, "I won't sit in the dirt again."
"That's a dear child," said her friend. "You must never again forget that, although you are poor, and must live in this world for a while, you are in truth a little exiled princess, and your glorious home is with the great King, your Father, in the skies; and it does not become the daughter of so great a King to put herself on a level with the beasts; but you must lift yourself up more and more towards heaven."
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