"Well—it's just as well to have a ticket! The other day, do you remember? I went to a large concert. Inside was light and music, and friends; outside was cold, dull weather, and policemen and hall-keepers jealously guarding the way.
"I was glad to have a ticket then, I can tell you; and it struck me this morning that there is nothing Satan likes better than to say, as those hall-keepers did: 'This is not the way! Where's your ticket?'"
"And how is that like God's promises?" said Tom, bluntly.
"Like this. In God's presence is light and warmth and music. Satan would keep us outside; but when we can say to him 'God said so,' he has not a word to answer, and is obliged to let us pass!"
"I see!" said Tom.
"Let us all try this year to have a promise, or an assurance, every morning. I am sure it will bring happiness."
"Have you got one for to-day?" asked Jean, shyly.
"Yes," said Aunt Ruth, looking up. "It is 'Certainly I will be with thee.'"
"That's a ticket to a very good seat!" said Oswald, with his eyes shining. "I think your 'tickets' are a good idea, Auntie. We'll each see if we can't get some for ourselves."
"But are the promises always applicable?" asked Rose.