"Love Jesus."
"Well I—O I did use to, Eleanor! and I think I do now; only I have forgotten to think about anything, this ever so long."
"Then if we love him, we shall find plenty of things to do for him."
"What, Eleanor? I would like to do something."
"Just whatever he gives us, Julia. Come, darling,—have you not duties?"
"Duties?"
"Have you not things that it is your duty to do?—or not to do?"
"Studies!" said Julia. "But I don't like them."
"For Jesus' sake?"
Julia burst into tears. Eleanor's tone was so loving and gentle, it reached the memories that had been slumbering.