"Oh, Mother!... I never thought of that. Do kneel down with me, and ask God to forgive me, and help me to forgive Jack." So they prayed a long time; and when, at last, they rose from their knees, Willy looked as if he were at peace with all the world.

"Everybody can't be like Christopher Columbus, Mama." "Maybe not, my dear boy, but everyone can imitate Christ. Wicked men... mocked Him, blindfolded Him, and smote Him in the face.... If you will pray to Christ, He will make you a brave, manly Christian."

"Why do you rub at the knives forever?" asked Mary. Mary was the cook. "Because they are in my corner," Georgia said, brightly. " 'You in your small corner,' you know, 'and I in mine.' I will do the best I can; that is all I can do."