In doing this, gentle and good thoughts came upon her, and she reflected what a nice present this pretty bird would make to her sister Alizon on her return from the merry-making, and how pleased she should feel to give it to her.

And then she thought of Alizon's constant kindness to her, and half reproached herself with the poor return she made for it, wondering she could entertain any feelings of envy towards one so good and amiable.

All this while the dove nestled in her bosom.
While thus pondering, the little girl felt an unaccountable drowsiness steal over her, and presently afterwards dropped asleep, when she had a very strange dream.

It seemed to her that there was a contest going on between two spirits, a good one and a bad,--the bad one being represented by the great black cat, and the good spirit by the white dove.

What they were striving about she could not exactly tell, but she felt that the conflict had some relation to herself.