They read a chapter together--Rose now and then pausing to make a
few explanations--and then kneeling down, she offered up a prayer
for the teachings of the Spirit, and for God's blessing on
themselves and all their dear ones.

"Dear little Elsie," she said, folding the child in her arms, when
they had risen from their knees, "how I love you already, and how
very glad I am to find that there is one in this house beside
myself who loves Jesus, and loves to study His word, and to call
upon His name."

"Yes, dear Miss Allison; and there is _more_ than one, for
mammy loves Him, too, very dearly," replied the little girl,
earnestly.

"Does she, darling? Then I must love her, too, for I cannot help
loving all who love my Saviour."

Then Rose sat down, and drawing the little girl to a seat on her
knee, they talked sweetly together of the race they were running,
and the prize they hoped to obtain at the end of it; of the battle
they were fighting, and the invisible foes with whom they were
called to struggle--the armor that had been provided, and of Him
who had promised to be the Captain of their salvation, and to
bring them off more than conquerors. They were pilgrims in the
same straight and narrow way, and it was very pleasant thus to
walk a little while together. "Then they that feared the Lord
spake often one to another; and the Lord hearkened and heard it;
and a book of remembrance was written before Him for them that
feared the Lord, and that thought upon His name. And they shall be