Chapter 18 No.18

Slowly forth from the village church,-

The voice of the choristers hushed overhead,-

Came little Christel. She paused in the porch,

Pondering what the preacher had said.

Even the youngest, humblest child

Something may do to please the Lord;

"Now, what," thought she, and half-sadly smiled,

"Can I, so little and poor, afford?-