"Well, then, if you confess so much, I will tell you that I have a right to be proud; for the times that jacket has been ripped and sewed, and ripped and basted and pressed, are beyond calculation. I made a study of Mr. Miles's wedding-coat, at last, particularly the sleeves, and then I found out what my trouble was. But the victory was worth all the pains; so I don't count the four days I spent on it lost time."
"I mean to be very careful of my new clothes," said Johnny, who had been listening in open-mouthed wonder.
They both laughed at his grave tone; and then Mr. Miles came for his wife; and they talked about the Sabbath school.
"I want you, Mrs. Talbot, to do my wife a favor," said the gentleman, trying to look serious. "She is desirous of having an infant class in the Sabbath school, and wants you for the teacher. Ella, she says, is old enough to go with you."
"Me!" exclaimed the widow, in great astonishment. "Me! Why, I am not competent to teach any one."
"Neither am I," urged Mrs. Miles; "but I do love my Saviour; and I want the boys and girls around me to love him; so I try to tell them what a good Being he is, and what he has done for us. Can't you do that?"
With a deepened color the widow answered,—
"At least, I will try."