"I wonder why?" said Alice.
"She reminds me of those words," answered Agnes, 'Like a tree planted by the rivers of waters.'"
"Why?"
"Her soul is always drawing nourishment from Jesus; that's how it is. Like the roots of the tree by the rivers of waters."
"Oh," said Minnie, looking up, "I never thought of that before!"
"What are you doing?" exclaimed John, coming into the dining-room after school that morning, and bouncing down in a chair by his little sister's side.
"I'm——, but I shan't let you see, John," exclaimed Minnie, covering her little pink hands over her occupation.
Vainly, however; for she could not hide the large sheet of newspaper over which she leaned, nor the chips of red and blue paper which peeped out in every direction.
"I see," said John, "here's an end of a matchbox, and here's a bit of yellow paper, and here's a star of red, cutout pretty well, Miss Minnie, and here's——"
"John, you are too bad," said Minnie, laying her head down as an extra protection. "I didn't want you to see till it's done, and I should have put it all away by one o'clock. I wish you had not come home so early." Minnie spoke in a grumbling little tone, which made John inclined to tease her more than ever.