Milly nodded her head earnestly. Her heart was full of thoughts.
Then her aunt rose and turned to the piano.
"Now, childie, we must do the next duty that comes to our hand. Let us have a look at this tiresome music!"
Milly went at it with a good will, now, and soon conquered the difficulty; and then, set free, she went up into her bedroom and knelt down at her bedside for one moment.
"Lord Jesus," she said, "I want to love Thee and serve Thee all my life—teach me how!"
[CHAPTER VIII.]
"SERVES HIM RIGHT!"
"NOW, Aunt Ruth! See, the fire is blazing, and the wintry prospect is shut out, let us have a story or something!"
Their Aunt glanced on their eager faces, illumined by the firelight, and she smiled as she paused an instant.
"Serves him right!" she exclaimed, and the children looked round almost startled. They heard such words from each other occasionally, but certainly not from their gentle Aunt.