"What makes you sorry, Harold?"
"Father, I'm just a little bit jealous about Jesus. You see there's always such a lot of us little children dying and going to heaven, and He can't come for us all, so He has to send angels. Now I don't want an angel, I want Him to come for me Himself."
"Perhaps He will, Harold," said his father, "perhaps Jesus will be so very loving to His little lamb that He will find time to come for him Himself."
"Oh, father! when you are giving Him your new care to-night, will you just ask Him not to be so dreadfully busy, but to try and come Himself?"
"Yes, Harold," said the father.
After this promise little Harold went to sleep very happily.
CHAPTER XXIII.
"THY WILL BE DONE."
"You always give your cares to God," little Harold had said to his father.