It was only momentary, for how could she? Then her eyes fell on the new text, and her heart, with a throb of joy, realized that the Lord was with her.
"Always," she said to herself; "so that must mean to-day. 'Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?'"
She bent her head over the little golden one, and clasped her arms tighter round the trembling little form, and then she said softly:
"Minnie, have you read our text since father and mother went?"
Minnie listened, but only for an instant, then she sobbed louder than ever.
"Minnie," again pursued Agnes, "do you think you are carrying out what He would have you do?"
Minnie stopped a little, and clung more lovingly than before to her sister's waist.
"We must be sorry they are gone; we can't help it, and I don't think Jesus wants us to help it; but we ought not to give way to such grief as to seem rebellious to what He has ordered."
"Do you think I am?" asked the child brokenly.
"What do you think yourself?"