"I call it scratchy," said Julia. "Everybody is trying to do what somebody else don't like."
"I hope you are not going on that principle,"—said her sister, with a smile which made Julia spring to her neck again and load her lips with kisses over and over.
"I'll try to do what you like, Eleanor—only tell me what. Tell me something, and I will remember it."
"Julia, are you going to be a servant of Christ? have you forgotten that you said you loved him?"
"No, and I do, Eleanor! and I want to do right; but I am so busy, and then I get so vexed!"
"That is not like a servant of Jesus, darling."
"No. If I could only see you, Eleanor! Tell me something to remember, and I will keep it in my head, in spite of all the dictionaries."
"Keep it in your life, Julia. Remember what Jesus said his servants must be and how they must do—just in this one little word—'And ye yourselves like them that wait for their Lord.'"
"How, Eleanor?"
"That is what we are, dear. We are the Lord's servants, put here to work for him, put just in the post where he wishes us to be, till he comes. Now let us stand in our post and do our work, 'like them that wait for their Lord.' You know how that would be."