DURING the Christmas Harry met with an accident while playing with some other boys, who were his schoolfellows, and so had to be indoors for the rest of the winter; but when the spring set in he was able to get about again.
And many were the rides he had in the little cart his uncle made, as he was drawn about by his companions, Charlie Hopwood and his sister, with little Floss as outrider, barking and frisking about.
If any one had asked which of the three were likely to die first, I think all would have said the little invalid in the cart. Ah, what mistakes we make. Charlie certainly at the time looked the very picture of health, with his chubby, rosy cheeks; so did his sister.
But the last time the schoolboys met was when Charlie was about sixteen years of age.
Then he became the poor victim of consumption, and fell into an early grave. His sister also followed him a few years afterwards, borne down by the same disease, while Harry recovered, and is now a city man of business.
That holiday was the best he ever had, for the Lord taught him precious lessons of His love.