Watching him closely, the only thing she could finally settle on as the cause of the change which she found in him was, that he now went every Sabbath morning to the Sabbath school.
The mystery must be hidden there.

Having decided that matter, Kitty speedily resolved that she would go there herself, and see what they did.
Many were the kind hearts that had tried to coax her into that same Sabbath school, and had failed.

But this Saturday afternoon's gazing out of the window, with a wonderfully sober face, had ended in her exclaiming,-- "I say, mother, I want a needle and thread." "What do you want with a needle and thread ?" asked Mrs.Lewis, stirring away at some gruel in a tin basin, and not even glancing up.
"I want to mend my dress; it's torn this way and that, and looks awful.

I want some green thread, the colour of this wide stripe." Now for a minute the gruel was forgotten, and Mrs.Lewis looked at Kitty in amazement.
"Dear me!" she said at last; "I don't know what will happen next.

It can't be possible that you are going to work to mend your own dress without being scolded about it for a week, and then made to do it." "Yes, I am, too; I ain't going to look like a rag-bag another hour.