"Thank you, grandma, for telling me," Elsie said gratefully. "And the Jews kept that feast every year from that time till the time of Christ, I suppose. And he kept it too. Wasn't it at that feast that he instituted what we call the Lord's Supper?" "Yes," replied her grandmother; "he used the bread and wine which were a part of that feast, saying, 'Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; for this is my blood of the New Testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.'" "Oh, grandma, how good and kind he was to shed his blood for us! To die that dreadful, dreadful death of the cross that we might go to heaven!" exclaimed the little girl with tears in her sweet blue eyes. "I do love him for it, and I want to be his servant, doing everything he would have me do." "That is as we all should feel, dear child," replied her grandmother, bending down to press a kiss upon the rosy cheek. "I do, grandma," said Ned. "Do you think the Lord Jesus takes notice that we love him and want to do as he tells us?" "Yes, Neddie dear, I am quite sure of it," replied his grandmother. "The Psalmist says, 'Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, oh, Lord, thou knowest it altogether.'" "It is so good, grandma, that God doesn't think us not worth noticing," said Elsie; "that he sees and cares for us all the time and lets us ask his help whenever we will." "It is indeed good, my child, and we are sure of it. Jesus said, 'Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.'" "I think God was very good to give us our father and mother and grandma; brother Max too and our nice sisters and--and all the rest of the folks," remarked Ned reflectively. "I am very glad you appreciate all those blessings, my little son," said his mother's voice close at his side. "Yes, mamma. And oh, mamma! can't Elsie and I go along with the rest of you to New Orleans to-morrow?" "I think so," she replied with a smile. "I am pretty sure your father will say yes if you ask him. Then he will have all his children along, and that is what he likes." "He and Uncle Harold went down to the quarter," said Elsie, "and here they come now." Ned hurried to meet them, preferred his request, and the next moment came running back with the joyful announcement, "Papa says, yes we may. Oh, Elsie, aren't you glad?" "Yes," she said. "I always like to be with papa and mamma and grandma, and it's ever so pleasant to be on our yacht." "'Specially when we have both papa and brother Max to make it go all right," said Ned. "You think it takes the two of us, do you?" laughed his father, taking a seat near his wife and drawing the little fellow in between his knees.