"Then it was, 'Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of heaven?'"
"I think it was," said Christina humbly; "but since then, the thought has become so very delightful."
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Arundel; and there was a hearty ring in her voice that pleased the young, eager listeners very much.
"But you will not want any help that I can see," said Ada grudgingly.
"She will, indeed," said Mrs. Arundel; "more than she guesses now. Will your aunt agree, dear?"
"I have still to ask her; and if she should strongly object—" Christina paused, and then finished her sentence gravely: "I suppose I should have to give it up for the time, as my dear father wished me to make her a home for a few years."
"Oh, I hope she will not!" said Ada.
"I hope not either. What should you do, Mrs. Arundel, if she does object at first?"
"I should try to wait, and I should pray. If it really is the path your heavenly Father has marked out for you, He will bring it all to pass."
There was a pause. The room had grown dark, and they had long since put down their work.