“Roger is a good boy, but he isn’t the least bit brilliant,” said Roger’s father, cheerfully.
“He is something better,” said Roger’s mother.
“But how can you get along without her?”
“Better than Roger can. Besides, Martha and Lou will soon be through school; Roger and Marion are not our only children.”
“You talk as though they were, sometimes,” he retorted. “Anyhow, let the sky fall, but do something for Marion.”
VII. A SMALL DISCIPLE.
“Who comes to God an inch through doubtings dim,
In blazing light God will advance a mile to him.”
—From the Persian.