“Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven,” read the sweet voice of Rose. “All are the children of Jesus, who put their trust in Him, and truly love Him.”
A thrill passed over the frame of little Louise at the sound of these words, and she kissed the lips of the speaker, with strange joy in her eyes. “I cannot stay any longer now,” said Rose, attempting to rise.
“Don’t go! don’t go!” said Louise, almost wildly, “I cannot let you go!”
“But I must, my sweet Louise,” said Rose, as she gently disengaged the child: “I must go now, but I will come every day and read to you, and your ‘Daffy,’ out of this dear book.”
“When? When? What time will you come?” asked the child, anxiously, while Daph listened eagerly for the answer.
“Tomorrow, at eleven o’clock, you must stand at the window and watch for me, I will not keep you waiting long.”
With this promise again repeated, Rose kissed the children, and with a murmured word of comfort to Daph, passed from the room.
Not so soon passed away the influence of that visit prompted by Christian kindness, rich in blessings to the humble negro; most precious to that young disciple of Christ, who had learned to love to be “about her Master’s business.”