all that is in my heart. I
can only say it to God about you, my own child."

"Do you often pray for me, mother? I don't think I ever miss praying for
you any day."

"You are always in my heart, Arthur; and so when my heart rises to God, it
bears you with it."

"How nice it is to have a mother," said Arthur in a restful voice, "even
although--" and then he stopped; for he thought it was better to say no
more.

"After all, it is not so very, very far to India," said Arthur. "How long
would a telegram take getting there?"

"About two or three hours."

"Oh, dear, I wish I could be turned into a telegram!" sighed Arthur.

"Oh, but," said Mrs. Vivyan, laughing, "that would be only doing one
little bit of good, and I want my Arthur to be of some use all the day
long."

"How can I," asked Arthur, "without you?"

"Do you know who you belong to before me?" said his mother. "You know,
Arthur, you have told me, and I believe it is true, that you have put your
trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, and that His blood has washed all your
sins away. Then, if that is true of you, you are your own no longer. You
belong to Him; for He has bought you with a price. Is it not sweet, my
darling, to feel that He says to you now, while you are being left at
home, 'Thou art mine'? You know I love to take care of you, because you
are mine; and don't you think He does much more? You know the Bible says
that a mother may forget, but God _never_."

"Oh, mother, it is so nice to hear you talk," said Arthur. "Go on,
please."

"Well, I was going to say, the Lord Jesus is always the best Friend; and
now that you are going to leave me, perhaps you will think of Him, and
look to Him, more than you have ever done before. Oh, Arthur, my child,
get to know Him better; talk to Him as you have talked to me; tell Him
about your little troubles, and joys, and sorrows; tell Him when you feel
lonely and weary, and sit at His feet, just as you are now sitting at
mine. Do you think He would turn you away? Just pour out your heart before
Him, whatever is in it, because He loves you as only He can love."

"But, mamma, I can't see Him as I see you."

"No, my child; but that is where faith comes in. You must believe when you
do not see; and remember that He said, 'Blessed are they that have not
seen, and yet have believed.'"

"Mother, I think you were going to say something else," said Arthur, after
a little while.

"Yes; I was talking about the first hal