"I do not remember ever having had that wish."
"Well, I have had it over and over again, and thought that there could not be anything better in the world than going about in ships, and seeing different places. I've wished to be a sailor for ever so many years; but, you know, I don't wish it now."
FISHERMEN AND FISHERWOMEN.
Mr. Graham smiled. I expect it was Leonard's "ever so many years" which made him do so.
"Don't you?" his father asked. "Then what do you want to be now?"
"Something, father, I'm not half good enough for," the boy answered, thoughtfully. "A missionary! Oh, father, I do so want to be a missionary now, and come to China, as you and grandfather have done! Shouldn't you like it too? I know mother would; and perhaps the Church Missionary Society would send me out if I asked them."
"I should like nothing better, my little son," was the missionary's reply.
A few minutes later Leonard was out of doors again, flying himself one of the "wonderful kites," which a Chinaman had made for, and given to, him, and his father was watching his little fellow with pleasure almost amounting to pride.