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HEN little Mrs. Robert Nesmith stepped quietly into the sick girl's room next morning, she heard a low voice, often quite broken by tears, thanking God for his great goodness to such a wicked girl as she had been,—for having preserved her from a fearful death,—for guiding her to a friendly door,—for giving her the past night's grateful rest and sweet dreams of lost home, also for one who had been kind to her, and spoken pleasant words when she was among strange, wild people.