he had done it for his
father, and now he owned the boats and nets and fishing implements. But he
stood on that bright summer day close by the beautiful Lake of Gennesaret
in Galilee, wishing over and over that he could do something that was more
worth while.

There was a reason why Peter was more discouraged than ever on this
morning. He had fished all through the night before in the hope of getting
a good catch so that he might skip a day's work and go to hear the great
teacher about whom men were talking and whom Andrew, his brother, had
seen. But though he had worked hard, not a fish had he caught. So now he
was mending the holes in the net with a very discontented look on his
face. What was the use of it all, anyway? He twisted the rope this way and
that, showing by the pulls that he made that his mind was full of
trouble.

Suddenly he heard Andrew talking to him. "Peter," he said. "Peter, see the
crowd coming over the hilltop. Perhaps the teacher is coming. I do hope
so, for I would hear more of the words he was telling us yesterday. Come,
let's go and meet him."

"No," said Peter, "I must finish this net. What will he care for us? We
are only poor fishermen."

But Andrew had not waited to hear his answer--he had already begun to
ascend the hill. How eager he was to hear another story from the great
story-teller!

Peter mended one hole after another, keeping his eye on the crowd that was
coming closer and closer to the lakeside. Then he heard a kindly voice
say, "Would you mind letting me take your boat, for the multitude press
upon me and I have many things to say to them. If I can get away from the
shore, they can all hear and understand."

Silently Peter brought the fishing boat to shore. The Master wanted to use
something that he had. After all, a fishing boat was useful sometimes,
even if he were tired of it. Of course he would be glad to help him. So
Jesus, the teacher, sat in the end of the boat and Peter rowed him out in
front of the crowd. Then Peter sat and listened and looked.

What a wonderful face the teacher had! Peter had never seen the like. It
was browned by the sun but in the eyes there was a kindly light that made
Peter love to look at him. When he smiled, somehow Peter felt the smile go
all through him. How gentle his voice was! What made it so? How eagerly
the people were listening, yet he was only telling them a little story
about the love of his father, God.

"I wish I had a face l