"Greater than that the Master bore for you?"
"Oh no, no! nothing to compare to it, or even to what many a martyr and many a missionary has done and borne for him."
"And is it not a blessed privilege to be permitted to do and bear something for his dear sake?" Mrs. Keith asked with glistening eyes, and in tones trembling with emotion.
"O mother, yes!" And Mildred's head bowed low, a tear fell on her work.
"O my darling, be a whole-hearted Christian!" the mother went on, speaking with intense earnestness, "consecrate yourself and all you have to the Master's service—time, talents, influence, money—everything you possess. He gave himself for us; shall we hold back anything from him?"
"Oh no! But mother—"
"Well, dear?"
"Shall I not do better service by and by, perhaps, by now giving my whole time, energy, and thought to preparation for it?"
"Do you find that you can always do a given amount of mental work in a given space of time?"
"No, mother; sometimes my brain is so active that I can do more in an hour than at some other times I can accomplish in a day."