"Not at all; yours are not boisterous, and their pretty ways are very
winning."
Aunt Chloe and Dinah were in waiting, and soon had the three small figures
robed each in its white night-dress.
Then mamma--seated upon a sofa with little Violet on her lap, the other
two, one on each side--was quite at their disposal for the next half hour
or so; ready to listen or to talk; her sweet sympathy and tender love
encouraging them to open all their young hearts to her, telling her of any
little joy or sorrow, trouble, vexation, or perplexity.
"Well, darlings, have you remembered your verses and our little talk about
them this morning?" the mother asked. "Elsie may speak first, because she
is the eldest."
"Mamma, I have thought of them many times," answered the sweet child
voice; "we had a nice, nice walk with papa this morning, and the little
birds, the brook, and the trees, and the pretty flowers and the beautiful
blue sky all seemed to say to me, 'God is love.' Then mamma, once I was
tempted to be naughty, and I said in my heart, 'Lord, help me,' and Jesus
heard me."
"What was it, dear?"
"We had a little tea party, mamma, with our cousins, out under the trees,
and there was pie and very rich cake----"
"And 'serves," put in Eddie.
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