“Yes,” said Dr. John, “my little sister,—Grandma’s boy and girl. I like it too, Polly, very much.”
“We’ll be ever so good, won’t we? But, cousin John, you’ve only told me about Grandmamma, and you said there were others. How did you learn to help the others?”
“I haven’t done learning that yet, Polly; so we can study together, and, if we have but the motive, I dare say we shall find a way to lighten the burden of many a weary fellow-traveller.”
“What is the motive, cousin John?”
Dr. John made no answer to this question in words; but he took his grandmother’s great Bible from the stand beside him, and turning over the leaves, put his finger on a passage, and held it up to the fire-light for Polly to read. The child made out the words slowly by the flickering light: “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me”; then looked up in his face and asked, in a frightened tone, “Do you think He really meant that, cousin John?”
“We have His own Word for it, Polly,” answered Dr. John; “and is not that motive enough? Is there anything, anything, we should not be willing to do for Him?”
CHAPTER V.
“WHOSE LOST HAVE I FOUND?”
