"I am so glad that our Father in heaven,
Tells of His love in the book He has given."
Years and years after that, when Rosie was nineteen, one day she went to church in a city five hundred miles away from her childhood home, and she heard a man preach on these words: "Neither pray I for these alone, but for all them which shall believe on me through their words." It was a grand sermon; Rosalie Pierson thought she had never heard one more wonderful. At the close of service the minister came straight to her seat, held out his hand and said: "It was a blessed text, Miss Pierson; I never forgot the sermon you preached from it. I know now that the Lord Jesus prayed for me, that day. And I know that I believe on Him through your words."
"Why!" said Rosalie, in astonishment, "I don't understand, this surely cannot be—"
"Yes," said the minister, "I am Dick."
[MRS. BROWNE'S BOTANY CLASS.]
[CHAPTER I.]
THE FIRST LESSON.
"MAMMA, what do you think? You know the willow chair that we had in the summer-house last year? Well, we left it out there all winter, and Lily left that mat she was making for the fair—and that she looked for everywhere, after we got back to the city—in the chair!"
"Well?" said Mrs. Browne as Ella stopped to take breath.
"And will you believe it!"