"What is it, Max ?" she asked.

"Don't be afraid to tell me all that is in your heart." "No, ma'am, I don't think I am; only I shouldn't like to be troublesome when you are so very kind to me--as well as to everybody else." "I shall not think you so, but be very glad if I can help you in any way," she answered, taking the boy's hand and looking into his eyes with so kind and motherly an expression that his heart went out to her in truly filial love.
"I hardly know just how to say it," he began with some hesitation, "but it's about the school and the new boys I'll meet there.

I don't know what sort of fellows they are, and I--you know, Grandma Elsie, I'm trying to be a Christian, and I--I'm afraid if they are not the right sort of boys, they--I might be weak enough to be led wrong as I have been before." "Yes, my dear boy, I understand you; you fear you may fall before temptation and so bring dishonor upon your profession.

And doubtless so you will if you trust only in your own strength.

But if, feeling that to be but weakness, you cling closely to Christ, seeking strength and wisdom from Him, He will enable you to stand.
"The apostle says, 'When I am weak, then am I strong,' and the promise is, 'God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.'" "Thank you, Grandma Elsie; I'll try to do it," he said thoughtfully.