WE shall have to cross the stream without stepping stones today, Tim; and I must carry you on my back, the water will be so deep after all this rain,”
Tim clapped his hands, for he thought this would be fun. When they got to the stream, the water was higher than Nancy expected but she sat down and took off her shoes and stockings, and put them into the basket. Then she lifted Tim on her shoulders, and told him to keep still, and she would carry him safely over. After this she stepped carefully into the water.
“It is not very wide,” said Nancy to herself; “but the water is very strong. How it dashes along! I hope I shall get over.”
She was in the middle of the stream now, and Tim, instead of keeping still, began to throw his arms about.
“O, do keep quiet,” said Nancy; but as she spoke, Tim gave himself such a jerk, that she was obliged to let the basket go, and to use both hands to keep him from falling. But away floated the basket.
“It will be lost! it will be lost!” said Nancy. But Frisk, the dog, swam after the basket, and seizing it with his teeth, managed to drag it to the other side of the stream, where he stood beside it wagging his tail.
So they went over safely, —Nancy, Tim, the dog and the basket! Little Tim was asked to put. his trust in his big sister, and let her take him across the water.
Well dear readers, you and I are to put our trust in the Lord Jesus for our soul’s salvation, just in the same simple manner as Tim did in his sister.
ML 08/29/1937