"Yes, always."
"What makes you so happy always? You was just the same in the cold winter out there, as when you was eating my riz-au-gras. Now, me—I am cross in the cold, and not happy."
But the Frenchwoman saw a deeper light come into Nettie's eyes as she answered,
"It is because I love the Lord Jesus, Mrs. August, and He makes me happy."
"You?" said Madame. "My child! What do you say, Nettie? I think not I have heard you right."
"Yes, Mrs. August, I am happy because I love Jesus. I know He loves me, and He will take me to be with Him."
"Not just yet," said the Frenchwoman, "I hope. Well, I wish I was so happy as you, Nettie. Good bye!"
Nettie ran home, more comforted by her good supper, and more thankful to the goodness of God in giving it, and happy in the feeling of His goodness, than can be told. And very, very glad she was of that little tin pail in her hand she knew her mother needed. Mrs. Mathieson had time to eat the rice broth before her husband came in.
"She said she would show me how to make it," said Nettie, "and it don't cost anything."
"Why, it's just rice and—what is it? I don't see," said Mrs. Mathieson. "It isn't rice and milk."