“Dear mamma, your little Belle will try to be just as good as you would want her to be if you were here wif her.”
Will any doubt that the “mother-angel” heard and rejoiced over the simple promise uttered by her little one’s trusting lips?
“Do you think it really makes Jesus glad when I’m good?” asked Belle, when they had risen from their knees.
“Oh! to be sure it does,” answered Bessie.
“And He did leave me some comfit: didn’t He, Bessie? He left me papa, and He gave me you and Maggie too; and your mamma is a great comfit too.”
“Mamma’s the best comfort of anybody,” said Bessie.
“Oh, no, Bessie! oh, no! Papa best—you next.”
Bessie did not contradict her, though she thought it a very strange opinion for Belle to hold, and was not at all convinced herself.
“I wish papa was here to stay with me by mamma a little while,” said Belle, presently.