Flossy sat herself down beside the sleeping darling, and cast about her for something to amuse or interest, her eyes brightening into beauty as she recognized a worn and torn copy of the Bible.  Eurie would have been surprised to see the eagerness with which she seized upon the book that was to afford her entertainment.  She turned the leaves tenderly, with a new sense of possession about her.  This Bible was a copy of letters that had been written to her—­words spoken, many of them, by Jesus himself.  Strange that she had so little idea what they were!  Marion, with her boasted infidel notions, knew much more about “The Book” than Flossy with her nominal Christian education and belief.  She had no idea where to turn or what to look for to help her.  Yet she turned the leaves slowly, with a delicious sense of having found a prize a—­book of instructions, a guide book for her on this journey that she was just beginning to realize that she was taking.  Somewhere within it she would find light and help.  The book was one that had been much used, and had a fashion of opening of itself at certain places that might have been favorites with the little mother.  At one of those places Flossy halted and read:  “‘After this there was a feast of the Jews.’  After what, I wonder?” she said within herself.  She knew nothing about it.  “Never mind, I will see pretty soon.  This is about a feast where Jesus was.  And Jesus went up to Jerusalem.”  “Oh, how nice to have been there, wherever that was.”  The ignorant little thing had not the least idea where Jerusalem was, except that it was in that far away, misty Holy Land, that had seemed as vague and indefinite to her as the grave or as heaven.  But there came suddenly to her heart a certain blessed analogy.

“If I were going to write an account of my recent experiences to some dear friend that I wanted to tell it to,” she said, talking still to herself, or to the sleeping baby, “I would write it something like this:  ’After this’—­That would mean; let me see what it would mean.  Why, after that party at home, when I danced all night and was sick.  ’After this there was a feast of the Christian people at Chautauqua, and Jesus went there.’  I could certainly write that, for I have seen him and heard him speak in my very heart.”  Then she went on, through the second verse to the third. “’In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water,’” and here a great swell of tears literally blinded her eyes.  It came to her so suddenly, so forcibly.  The great multitude here at Chautauqua—­blind.  Yes, some of them.  Was not she?  How many more might there be?  Many of whom she knew, others that she did not know, but that Jesus did.  Waiting without knowing that they were waiting.  With tears and smiles, and with a new great happiness throbbing at her heart, she read through the sweet, simple, wonderful story; how the poor man met Jesus; how he