One afternoon Rob was finishing his reading lesson when he looked up and said, a little shyly,
"Master Roy, you mind what you were a telling me of once—about what your father told you. Do you think as how I could do it too?"
"Of course you could, Rob. All of us ought to serve God."
"I've been thinking a deal about it, and I should like to, if I knew how."
"Well, the Bible tells you. I remember nurse made me learn a text a long time ago, 'If any man serve me let him follow me.' It's just following Jesus I suppose, and doing what He wants us to do."
"How can we follow somebody we can't see?"
Roy knitted his brows. Rob's questions were hard to answer sometimes, and then a smile flashed across his face.
"I'll tell you. It's like this. On my birthday granny called me in to give me a birthday talk and, of course, she talked to me about my property. She said my uncle had managed it awfully well over there, and she hoped I would walk in his steps. That would be following him though he was dead, wouldn't it?"
"Ye-es," was the slow response.
"And so you see," Roy replied, leaning forward impressively, and his eyes glistening with earnestness, "we can each follow Jesus. Try and live as He did, and do and speak like Him. We read how He lived in the New Testament."