A Little Story of Practical Christianity

A long drought parched the whole country that summer. The priests prayed for rain in the churches, and processions streamed out of the gates to visit the old stone cross called the Craw to Saint Espera. We felt great pity for them, but liked little Marie's way of praying best. She did not come one morning, but sent her brother, who only laughed, and said Marie had heard her foot when we inquired for her. Thanks just enough, she was really ill. It seems that in the village there was an old woman, frightfully disfigured by fire, and not quite as sane as the people thought. But during the drought, it was observed that her garden, though