"I don't know anything about Jesus." "Oh, didn't you hear, in the lesson to-day, about how He loves everybody, and wants everybody to love Him, and how He died so we could ?" "I don't know a thing about the lesson.

I counted the buttons on Miss Harley's dress most all the time; they went up and down the front, and up and down the sides, and everywhere." "Oh, but, Kitty, you surely heard the hymn,-- 'Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible tells me so.'" "Yes," Kitty said; "the hymn was pretty enough, only nobody gave me a book, and I could just hear a word now and then." Altogether, Tip didn't feel that he had done Kitty a bit of good.

But he knew this much, that, since he had begun to think about and talk to her, he longed--yes, _longed_--with all his heart to have her come to Christ.
* * * * * "Ellis, come here a moment," said Mr.Holbrook, turning towards his study door, as the family came in from church.

"What is it about this trouble in school with Edward Lewis ?" "No trouble, father; only Tip threw a paper ball, just as he always _is_ doing, and, as Mr.Burrows asked me if I knew who threw it, of course I had to tell him, and that made Tip mad.

Why?
Has he been complaining to you, father ?" "Ellis, did you see Edward throw paper ?" "Yes, sir." "Are you positive ?" "Yes--why--that is--I glanced up from my book just in time to see it whiz, and it came from Tip's direction, and his hand was raised, so I supposed of course he threw it.