SHE sat in the school-room, with many children around her, busy at their lessons. Some looked in earnest, others were trifling; but our little maid’s face wore a puzzled look―her sum would not come right. The large dark eyes glanced wistfully up at the window―no help was there; and yet was it that bright little sunbeam peeping in which sent the trustful look into Rosie’s eyes?
What are the girls smiling at? See! they are nodding and whispering together. Two small hands have covered her eyes as the little girl murmurs, “Please, dear Lord Jesus, help me to do my sum; I cannot do it alone. Amen.”
She had forgotten she was in school-she had only thought of her difficulty and where she could get help, and now, as her willing hands again take up the pencil, a flush spreads over the little face at the sight of her laughing companions. “But I don’t mind,” thought she; “they don’t know Jesus is near, or they would not act so.”
The sum was easy now; the trust was not in vain. As the teacher looks over the little maid’s slate, she smiles and says, “Quite right; you are a good little girl;” and the child whispers, “Thank you, dear, dear Lord Jesus.” A. P.