MrRutherford's children . Chryssafound the place, and then she thought she wouldbe very smart and learn the whole chapter,—soshe began with great spirit, but by the time shehad learned eight or ten verses she was as tiredas a little child need to be. Before tea both thechildren used to read aloud to their uncle, andthen he would explain the chapters to them, andtell them about their father and mother,—how they AND WHERE THEY WENT. 53 were willing to leave all and go to Christ ; andhad wished but one thing for their little childien;—that they might love and serve him too. It happened one Sunday
MrRutherford's children . Chryssafound the place, and then she thought she wouldbe very smart and learn the whole chapter,—soshe began with great spirit, but by the time shehad learned eight or ten verses she was as tiredas a little child need to be. Before tea both thechildren used to read aloud to their uncle, andthen he would explain the chapters to them, andtell them about their father and mother,—how they AND WHERE THEY WENT. 53 were willing to leave all and go to Christ ; andhad wished but one thing for their little childien;—that they might love and serve him too. It happened one Sunday that Mr. Rutherfordhad a headache all day, and could not hear thereading ; but when Chryssa and Sybil came to bidhim good-night he kept hold of their hands andsaid, Who has read any in the Bible to-day? There was a minutes silence—then Chryssa saidin her grave childish way, I have read six chapters ; and she noticedand long remembered her uncles peculiar smile,though at the time she did not quite understand CHAPTER IY. THE WET STRAWBERRIES. rpO drive to the ferry for Mr. Rutherford or to walk a part of the way to meet the carriage was a very common expedition, and one much liked by the children. There was always a little THE WET STRAWBERRIES. 55 hurry and bustle about getting off so as to besure and be in time, and then the wheels rolledso smoothly and the horses trotted so fast, thateven when the dust blew and the sun shone intotheir eyes nobody minded it. For as Sybil said,they could turn their heads toward the other sidewhere the sun didnt shine, and as for the dust—why they could wash their faces wrhen they gothome : they were going to get Uncle Ruth, andthat was enough. One day as they went pleasantly along Chryssabegan. Aunt Esther will you please tell me about mylittle wagon and about Sybils going to Cleave-land ? Dont you recollect it Chryssa? I thought yourmemory went back as far as that. 0 yes, I remember it very well, but I like tohear you tell the st
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