'Not till he was a grown man, sonny. He often used to say he wished he had given his heart to God when he was younger.'
'I suppose God will take little soldiers? Do you think I shall be the youngest He has?'
'No, darling; He has many brave little soldiers younger than you.'
Another long silence, then a deep-drawn sigh from Teddy.
'I feel I have very big thoughts to-night, mother, and I get so crowded thinking. Will you read to me before I go to bed?'
Mrs. John pressed her lips on the curly head so near her.
'My boy, I am so glad for you to have these thoughts. Mother has often prayed that you may be one of Christ's little soldiers and servants. Now what shall I read?'
'Read me about the three men and the burning fiery furnace.'
And the young mother took her Bible in hand, and drawing her boy close to her till his little head rested against her shoulder, read him the story he wished.
Later on, as she tucked him up in bed, and was giving him a kiss, he clasped his arms round her neck and whispered, 'I think I'm going to do it quite by myself to-morrow.'