"She never said anything to me about it, then." "Well, hadn't we best be getting on with the lesson ?" asked grandfather; "time is passing, and we haven't hardly begun yet." Jessie settled back in her chair, and leaning her head against her grandfather, listened quietly while the old man talked reverently to her of her Father in heaven.
"Is He mother's 'our Father,' too, granp ?" she asked at last.
"Yes, child, mother's and father's." "Then He'll take care of her, won't He, and see that she doesn't cry too much for me ?" "Yes.

He soothes all the sorrows and wipes away all the tears of them that love and trust Him.

Now shall we read a hymn?
I like the hymns dearly, don't you, little maid ?" "Oh yes, I love them," said Jessie, sitting up and clasping her hands eagerly.

"Let's sing it, granp, shall we ?" "Go on, then.

You take the lead." "What's the lead, granp ?" she asked anxiously.
"You start the tune.