But she too was with the others when they gathered in the library, upon the conclusion of the meal.
She was the center of attraction, amusing parents, brothers and sisters with her pretty baby ways, till carried away to be put to bed.
Then Grace was drawn lovingly to her father’s knee, while Max drew his chair up close on one side, Lulu hers on the other.
“Now we will have our texts,” the captain said, touching his lips to Gracie’s cheek. “What is yours, Max?”
One of the captain’s requirements was that each of these three children should commit to memory a text of Scripture every day, which texts were recited to him at morning family worship. On Sunday evening each had a new one, and all they had learned through the week were recited again, and then their father talked familiarly with them about the truth taught in the passages they had recited; for all were upon one and the same subject, selected by him before hand. But the texts were left to the choice of the children themselves.
God’s love to his people and to the world, was the subject at this time.
“The new ones first, papa?” asked Max.
“Yes; and we will take the others afterward.”
Then Max repeated, “God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
Then Lulu, “Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his son to be the propitiation for our sins.”