"On and off I have thought about that sort of thing for a good while," said Arthur, reddening; "but I do not quite see what you want me to do now."
"That I am going to explain to you all after breakfast; but there is one thing that comes first by rights, and that is to remember the opening words of our text."
"'Ye are not your own,'" assented Arthur.
"Yes; not our own at all. Servants to do the will of another. Are you His or your own, dear Arthur?"
"I should like to be His, but I don't know yet," answered the boy in a low tone.
"'Ask, and ye shall receive,'" said Walter earnestly; and no more was said till they reached the farm.
When the children assembled at breakfast, to their surprise they found a text, nicely painted, pinned by its four corners to their dining room wall. They could all see it, for it was large; they could all read it, for it was plain: "Ye are not your own. For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's."
"Who did it?" said Ada.
"I guess," said Isabel, looking at her eldest brother.
"It is a message for you all," said mamma gently. "But now, dears, to breakfast, and we can talk about the text afterwards."