"He's a singular boy.

Look at him when he plays with other children! The tallest of them all! No, after all, I wouldn't have him other than he is." They had talked in sorrow and joy while Jesus was nailing the wood correctly out in the workshop.

And when he had gone to bed, Joseph crept into his room, and laid his hand gently on his head.
And so the years went by.

Jesus improved in his work, and grew in intelligence, and in cheerfulness.

The Sabbath day was all his own.
He liked to go up to the hill top where the sheep were feeding among the stones and the olive-trees, whence he could see the mighty mountains of Lebanon and, the wide landscape, partly green and fertile and partly barren, down to the lake.