Isabella thanked her sister, and said she thought she deserved the disappointment.

After tea Mr. Gardner read a very interesting book to his children.  They listened with pleasure, and had a happy evening; and when they knelt in family devotion, Isabella deeply felt her father’s petition, that as his children grew in years, they might, like their divine Master, “grow in favor with God and man.”  She went to bed that night with a cheerful heart, rejoicing that she had been able to keep her resolution for one day.  “I give God thanks,” said she, “that his grace has been sufficient for this purpose.”

One afternoon Isabella asked her sister Mary to go with her to see their cousins, who lived about half a mile from their father’s house.  Mary told her that she would be glad to go with her on any other day, but that she was engaged that afternoon, to visit her Sunday-school children.  Mary had been a Sunday-school teacher but a short time, and she was deeply interested in the sacred work.  Isabella had set her heart upon going to see her cousins, and doubted not that Mary would have been ready to go with her.  She was disappointed; and, forgetting herself, she told Mary that she thought she was very unkind, and that she had better oblige her sister, than go and see children that did not care anything about her.  Isabella spoke angrily, and looked displeased.  One moment after she remembered her resolution; but she was then too proud to confess her fault.

Mary made no reply, but soon went out upon her errand of love.  The faces of the little children brightened with pleasure as she entered their doors.  “Dear Miss Mary,” said one little blue-eyed girl, “I have learned my verse in the Bible every morning, as you said I must; and to-morrow I shall say to you seven verses out of the second chapter of Matthew, about the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem, of Judea.”

“And I,” said her little sister, “have learned my hymn, about ’little children, love each other;’ and I have tried to love brother John, and to be kind to sister Susan, as you said was right.”

“Does no one but I say that you must love your brothers and sisters, Nancy?” said Mary.

“O yes,” said Nancy; “our Lord Jesus Christ says so; and he says we cannot be his children unless we love one another.  I think of that sometimes, but sister Susan thinks of it much oftener than I do; and when John and I get angry in our play, or speak cross to any one at school, she will come, and say so sweetly, ’Little children, love each other.’”

Mary told Nancy to remember her hymn at all times, and to be early at Sunday school the next morning, to say it to her.