“And me too!” vociferated Jack; the circumstance that they were not considered old enough yet to go to Sunday school giving it a wonderful charm in their eyes.  Then, as they set off again on another race toward their mother, it occurred to Bessie for the first time that these little ones were quite old enough to learn the things that other little children learned at Sunday school, and that although they were not strong enough for the long walk, and her mother’s time and thoughts were always so fully engrossed with the round of domestic duties, she might easily find time to teach her little brother and sister as much as they could understand about the Saviour, who had died that they might be made good, and who when on earth had blessed little children.  Something Miss Preston had said about home duties—­about helping to teach and guide the little brothers and sisters—­now recurred to her mind, and conscience told her that these duties she had hitherto failed of performing.  She had never herself really taken Christ for her own Saviour and Guide, although she often felt a vague wish that she were “good,” and the desire of pleasing Christ entered but little, if at all, into the motives and actions of her daily life.  But she generally knew what was right, and occasionally, while the impulse from some good influence was still fresh, would try to do it.

“I know Miss Preston would say I ought to teach Jenny and Jack some verses and hymns on Sunday,” she thought.  “I’ll begin to-night, when mother and the boys are gone to church;” for a certain shyness about seeming “good” made her wish to begin her teaching without witnesses.

“Here, Bessie,” said Mrs. Ford as Bessie approached, “do run and get the tea ready—­there’s a good girl.  I shan’t be through yet for half an hour, for I’ve the calves to see to; and your father and the boys ’ll be in from watering the horses, and if we don’t get tea soon they’ll be late for church.”

Bessie went in to change her dress, with her usually good-humoured face contracted into a dissatisfied expression.  She was tired; it would have been nice to sit down and read her Sunday-school book till tea-time.  But of course nothing could be said; so she hurriedly pulled off her walking things, grumbling a little in her own mind at the difference between her own lot and that of Lucy Raymond, who, she felt sure, had none of these tiresome things to do.  She had never thought—­what, indeed, older people often lose sight of—­that God so arranges the work of all His children who will do what He gives them to do, that while some may seem to have more leisure than others, all have their appointed work, of the kind best suited to discipline, and fit them for the higher sphere of nobler work, in which will probably be found much of the blessedness of eternity.