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 Bruce went home and cried himself to sleep. This morning his mother saw him going out of the yard, with a very sorrowful and determined look, carrying his pet kitten. She didn’t think much more about it until later on he came in, with the most tragic little face, and told her, his little body shaking with big sobs, that he had drowned Stripey.

“Why did you do that?’ Mrs. Meredith exclaimed.

“‘To bring Jem back,’ sobbed Bruce. ‘I thought if I sacrificed Stripey God would send Jem back. So I drownded him—and, oh mother, is was awful hard—but surely God will send Jem back now, ’cause Stripey was the dearest thing I had. I just told God I would give Him Stripey if He would send Jem back. And He will, won’t He, mother?’

“Mrs. Meredith didn’t know what to say to the poor child. She just could not tell him that perhaps his sacrifice wouldn’t bring Jem back—that God didn’t work that way. She told him that he mustn’t expect it right away—that perhaps it would be quite a long time yet before Jem came back. But Bruce said,

“‘It oughtn’t to take longer’n a week, mother. Oh, mother, Stripey was such a nice little cat. He purred so pretty. Don’t you think God ought to like him enough to let us have Jem?’

“Mr. Meredith is worried about the effect on Bruce’s faith in God, and Mrs. Meredith is worried about the effect on Bruce himself if his hope isn’t fulfilled. And I feel as if I must cry every time I think of it. It was so splendid—and sad—and beautiful. The dear, devoted little fellow! He worshipped that kitten. And if it all goes for nothing—as so many sacrifices seem to go for nothing—he will be broken-hearted, for he