men of
our nation, and I hope they will come and hear you preach."

Then Tomo Chachi's wife, or squaw as she is called, who had come with
her husband, presented the missionaries with a jar of milk. She meant by
this that she wanted them to make the story of Jesus Christ very plain
and simple so that they could understand it, for she said "we are only
like children." Then she gave them a jar of honey, and by this she meant
that she hoped the missionaries would be very sweet and nice to them.
Then Tomo Chachi and his squaw went back to their tepee.

A few months after, Mr. Wesley had a long talk with another tribe of
Indians, a very wicked tribe called the Chicasaws; but they would not
allow him to preach to them. They said: "We don't want to be Christians,
and we won't hear about Christ." So Mr. Wesley had to leave them and go
back disappointed to Savannah.

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CHAPTER XII.

Proud children.--Edie.--Boys in Georgia.--John and
Charles Wesley in the wrong.--Signal
failure.--Disappointment.--Return to England.--Mr.
Wesley finds out something on the voyage home.--An
acrostic.

I WONDER if my readers know any boys or girls who sneer and look down
upon their school companions because they are not so well dressed as
themselves? It is a cruel, unkind, un-Christ-like thing to do.

I remember seeing a little girl, and it was in a Sunday School too, who
had on a new summer frock and a new summer hat; and oh! Edie did think
she looked nice. She kept smoothing her frock down and looking at it,
and then tossing her head. By her side sat a sweet-faced little girl
about a year younger than Edie. Annie's dress was of print and quite
plainly made, but very clean and tidy. After admiring herself a little
while, Edie turned to Annie and thinking, I suppose, that she might be
wearing a pinafore, and have a frock underneath, she rudely lifted it
up, and finding it really was her dress, she turned away with a very
ugly, disgusted look on her face, and said, scornfully "What a frock!"
Proud, thoughtless boys and girls never know the hurts they give, and
the harm they do.

The boys in Georgia were no better than some boys in England. At a
school where one of the Methodists taught there were some poor boys who
wore neither shoes nor stockings, and their companions who were better
off taunted them and made their lives miserable. Their teacher di