Whose will did he do ?" "His Father's, mamma." "Yes, and whose will are you to do ?" "God's will, you've taught me, mamma, but--" "Well, son ?" "Mamma, will you be angry if I say my thought ?" "I think not: let me hear it." "Mamma, isn't--isn't it your will this time?
About the lessons I mean.
Please mamma, don't think I want to be naughty, asking it ?" She drew him closer, and bending down pressed her lips to his forehead.
"No, my son, you want it explained, and I am glad you told me your thought.

Yes, it is my will this time, but as God bids children honor and obey their parents, is it not his will also ?" "I s'pose so, mamma.

But I wish it didn't be your will to have me learn lessons to-day." Elsie was forced to smile in spite of herself.

With another slight caress she asked, "Do you think I love you, Eddie ?" "Oh yes, yes mamma, I know you do, and I love you too: indeed I do dearly, dearly!" he burst out, throwing his arms about her neck.

"And I know you just want to make me good and happy and that your way's always best.