As it was a rainy day I took ten minutes from the recess and let the children write a letter to their sick teacher. When the teacher read them over with me, you would have laughed could you have seen some of them. In some I was spoken of quite highly but in others I was reported as doing not so well as their own dear teacher. Some letters were composed of straight lines, as the very little folks also deemed it necessary to write to her.
After all there is an indefinable charm for me in teaching, and I mean to go on. Every night and morn I asked God’s help, and through him I accomplished what I have. I can say that my practice teaching was a source of pleasure and help to me.
FOR THE CHILDREN.
MRS. TUCKERS’ CONVERSION.
It was Saturday afternoon, and Mrs. Tucker was very tired. Life was hard at best, only a tedious routine of wearisome duties; but on this particular afternoon, the closing of the week’s work pressed very heavily upon her.
“Oh, Mrs. Tucker, can Sallie go with us to the mission band?”
Mrs. Tucker raised her eyes, and saw, standing in the doorway, two little girls.