“Oh, yes!” said Eddy Forester, “I know what you mean, for my mother told me—the other day, when I snatched an apple from George because he would not give me a bite of it—she told me that I did not enjoy eating the apple, and it did not taste good to me, because I had been very naughty to take it away from George, and that our heavenly Father’s good Spirit was rebuking me and making me feel unhappy all the time I was eating George’s apple.”
While Eddy was talking, little Lily came and sat by Mary, and now she was sobbing and crying out aloud.
The scholars all wondered what was the matter with Lily, but Mary said,
“Never mind, Lily, now;” and she only drew Lily close to her and said, “Don’t cry, Lily dear.”
Harry Linn crept round to Lily very quietly, and took out his little picture-book, and whispered to her, “Here, Lily.”
But she was too much distressed to notice Harry, though he got as near to her as ever he could.
Mary now asked Eddy Forester to go on with what he was saying, but Eddy said he had done, and that he was glad the Lord spoke to little children now, even if they did not hear any voice, as Samuel did.
Mary wished her little scholars to understand what she read to them, and she encouraged them to ask questions, at suitable times.
She now told them if they had no more questions to ask, they might go home; all but Harry and Lily. So, they came one by one, and kissed Mary and went home.
Eddy Forester said he would wait for Lily; but Mary told him she would bring Lily home, and he might tell his mother that she kept Lily and Harry Linn to talk to them.