and, and said how glad they were to welcome her
to the ranks. They knew she would love the work, and the rewards were so
sure and so precious. All this was new and strange and delightful to
Flossy. Then they began each eagerly to tell about their work; they were
all infant or primary class teachers, and all enthusiasts. Who that has
to do with the teaching of little children and attains to any measure of
success but is largely gifted with this same element? They had been
talking over and preparing their lesson together, and they talked it
over again before the bewildered Flossy, who had no idea that there was
such a wonderful story in all the Bible as they were developing out of a
few bare details.

"We had just reached the vital point of the entire lesson," explained
the leader, "the place where every true teacher needs most help; where,
having arranged all her facts and got them in martial order in her
brain, she wants to know the best way of making those facts of practical
_present_ service to the little children who will be before her, and at
this point I think every teacher needs to go to the fountain head for
help. We were just going to pray; you would like, perhaps, to join us
for just a few moments."

"If she wouldn't intrude," Flossy said, timidly, in a tremor of
satisfaction; and then for the first time in her life she bowed with a
company of her own sex, and heard the simple earnest voice of prayer.
The words were startlingly direct and simple, and Flossy, who had been
full of mysterious awe on this question, and who much doubted whether
her timid whispers alone in her tent could have been called prayer, was
reassured and comforted.

If _this_ were prayer, it was simply talking in a sweet, natural voice,
and in the most simple and natural language, with a dear and wise
friend. It was the most quiet and yet the most confident way of asking
for just what one wanted, and nothing more. It was what Flossy needed.

She took long strides in her religious education there on her knees; and
as they went out from that tent and down the hill to the meeting, there
was born in her heart an eager determination to enter the lists as a
Sabbath-school teacher the very first opportunity, and to pray her
lessor into her heart, having done what she could to get it into her
head. If her anxious and well-nigh discouraged pastor could have been
gifted with supernatural and prophetic vision, and could have seen that
resolve, and,