"Well, mamma, papa ought to have it. Other members do, don't they?"
"I guess papa feels a little timid about leading in prayer," said his mamma. "That's all the reason I know."
"Well, I tell you, I'll do my part. I'll take my turn always, if we just can have family worship every day. Won't you ask papa? I think he will."
Sunday was the day for baptism. Two of the brethren came on a visit to examine those to be baptized, before the day for baptism, to learn if they were ready for the holy ordinance, and if they were willing to take the New Testament as the rule of faith and practice, and to walk in harmony with the church.
THE STREAM BELOW THE BRIDGE.
Charlie's answers were clear and well-defined. The brethren had quite a pleasant visit with him, and they went away feeling that children were very fit subjects for the church, "for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
There were thirteen baptized that day, and a large number of people witnessed the scene. It seemed, as we read about it in the Bible, like apostolic times, as one after another was led down into the stream of water near the bridge, and was there buried in baptism.
When Charlie arose from his knees, while they were yet in the water, the minister, Brother Price, greeted him with a kiss.