"There was something beautiful you said one day," said Hetty in a
whisper; "say it again. It was, 'Learn of me--'"
"Learn of me; for I am meek and lowly of heart," said Mrs. Kane. "That
is the word you want, my darling, and it was said for such as you."
Hetty's tears fell fast, but they were no longer angry tears. She was
crying now with longing to be good.
"There was something else," she said presently, when she could find her
voice; "something that was spoken for me too."
"Blessed are the poor in spirit; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven,"
said Mrs. Kane, stroking her head. And then Hetty cried more wildly,
thinking with remorse of her own pride.
"If He is for you, my dear, you needn't care who is against you,"
continued Mrs. Kane; "take that into your heart and keep it there."
After that they had a long talk about all Hetty's difficulties, and when
at last the little girl left the cottage, it was with a lighter step
than had brought her there. When she walked into the school-room just in
time for tea the signs of woe were gone from her countenance, and she
looked even brighter than usual.
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