ke that. We aren't so selfish as all that. And besides, if
it's wrong for you, who knows but it's wrong for us, too? We'll look
into it."

Julia Cloud went smiling through the rest of the evening, but
underneath was a tugging of strange dread and fear at her heart. It
was all so new, this having responsibility with souls. She had always
so quietly trusted her Bible and tried to follow her Lord. She had
never had to guide others. There had not been time for her even to
take a class in Sunday school, and she knew her religion only as it
applied to her one little narrow life, she thought, not realizing
that, when one has applied a great faith to the circumstances of even
a narrow life, and applied it thoroughly through a lifetime, one has
learned more theology than one could get in years of a theological
seminary. Theories, after all, are worth little unless they have been
worked out in experience; and when one has patiently, even happily,
given up much of the joy of living to serve, has learned to keep self
under and love even the unlovable, has put to the test the promises of
the Bible and found them hold true in time of need, and has found the
Sabbath day an oasis in the desert of an otherwise dreary life, even
an old theologian wouldn't have much more to go on in beginning a
discussion on Sabbath-keeping.

Quite early the next morning, before Leslie had awakened, Julia Cloud
had slipped softly to her knees by the bedside, and was communing with
her heavenly Father concerning her need of guidance.

When Leslie awoke, her aunt was sitting by the window with her Bible
on her knee and a sweet look of peace on her face, the morning
sunlight resting on the silvery whiteness of her hair like a
benediction. It was perhaps the soft turning of a leaf that brought
the girl to wakefulness, and she lay for some time quietly watching
her aunt and thinking the deep thoughts of youth. Perhaps nothing
could have so well prepared her for the afternoon talk as that few
minutes of watching Julia Cloud's face as she read her Bible, glancing
now and then from the window thoughtfully, as if considering something
she had read. Julia Cloud was reading over everything that her Bible
said about the Sabbath, and with the help of her concordance she was
being led through a very logical train of thought, although she did
not know it. If you had asked her, she would have said that she had
not been thinking about what she would say to the children