"Oh, Aunt Ruth, I shall always think of that when there is honey on the table!" said Oswald.
"Do, it is worth learning," she answered.
"What did you do all day, Auntie?"
"I sat out in the sunshine and sketched most of the time, or watched the bees and thought of what God could be to me if I would let Him."
"Then you did this drawing?" said Tom.
"Yes, and a good many more. See, I have written underneath this one a few lines I often say to myself from 'A Song in the day of the East Wind,' written nearly three hundred years ago by Tersteegen; and it often reminds me of those sunny days:"
"'My heart in joy upleapeth;
Grief cannot linger there;
She singeth high in glory,
Amid the sunshine fair.
The sun that shines upon me
Is Jesus and His love,
And the fountain of my singing
Is deep in heaven above!'"
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
BECAUSE.
"I WANT to love God and do what pleases Him," sighed Norman to himself; "but I make such a poor hand at it. Here I'm at school all day, and my head is cram full of lessons, and when I get to bed I'm so tired, and so dissatisfied with myself, that I feel quite disheartened."