'I suppose God will take little soldiers? Do you think I shall be the
youngest He has?'

'No, darling; He has many brave little soldiers younger than you.'

Another long silence, then a deep-drawn sigh from Teddy.

'I feel I have very big thoughts to-night, mother, and I get so crowded
thinking. Will you read to me before I go to bed?'

Mrs. John pressed her lips on the curly head so near her.

'My boy, I am so glad for you to have these thoughts. Mother has often
prayed that you may be one of Christ's little soldiers and servants. Now
what shall I read?'

'Read me about the three men and the burning fiery furnace.'

And the young mother took her Bible in hand, and drawing her boy close to
her till his little head rested against her shoulder, read him the story
he wished.

Later on, as she tucked him up in bed, and was giving him a kiss, he
clasped his arms round her neck and whispered, 'I think I'm going to do
it quite by myself to-morrow.'