There was a Bible lying by her on the table, and, almost without thinking, she took it up, and began turning over the leaves to find the words; she knew where they were, for she had seen them many times. She found the place, and read over again the words,—
"For the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee."
"I can't do right,—there's no use trying;" but while she said it, she was reading over again the last part, "He will not fail thee."
"I wonder," she said, brightening up as the thought struck her, "if that is what father meant! I can't do right myself, but God will help me."
CHAPTER VI.
THE STORY.
ne Sunday afternoon, as Mary sat reading in the porch, Jack and Charlie came and sat down by her on the old sofa; and soon Charlie put his little curly head between her face and the book, and said coaxingly, "Please tell us a story, sister Mary."