"Why should it, child?"
"I like to read it," said Nettie. "Then I know he knows how I feel sometimes."
"God knows everything, Nettie."
"Yes, mother; but then Jesus felt it. 'He took our infirmities.' And oh, mother, don't you love that tenth verse?—and the thirteenth and fourteenth?"
Mrs. Mathieson looked at it, silently; then she said, "I don't rightly understand it, Nettie. I suppose I ought to do so,—but I don't."
"Why, mother! I understand it. It means, that if Jesus makes you happy, you'll never be unhappy again. 'Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him, shall never thirst,'—don't you see, mother? 'Shall never thirst,'—he will have enough, and be satisfied."
"How do you know it, Nettie?" her mother asked, in a puzzled kind of way.
"I know it, mother, because Jesus has given that living water to me."
"He never gave it to me," said Mrs. Mathieson, in the same tone.
"But he will, mother. Look up there—oh, how I love that tenth verse!—'If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.' See, mother,—he will give, if we ask."