"What does that mean, mamma, to love in deed?"
"It means that it does no good merely to say 'I love you, I love God;' but we must show it by our actions."
"How could I show Emma, mamma, when she was tearing my book?"
"Think for yourself, Josey."
He looked very serious, his cheeks growing more and more red, but at last he said, softly,—
"I might have taken the book away, and put it up high; and I might think, 'She is so little, she don't know any better;' and after I said, 'naughty, naughty!' as you and papa do, then I could kiss her."
"Yes, my own darling, that would have been Christ-like, loving, kind, and forgiving; and your heart, instead of burning with anger toward your precious sister, would have been filled with the sweetest emotion, such as is implied by the words, 'Be kindly affectioned one to another.'"
"May I go and kiss Emma now, mamma?"
"Yes, darling; and I hope you will learn how pleasant love is, especially between brothers and sisters."
