“Tell awa',” she said, resuming her seat “What do they ca' Him?” “They ca' Him the Father o' Jesus Christ.” “I'll gang wi' ye,” she answered. So the church was increased by a whole half, and the fraction of a chicken--type of the groaning creation, waiting for the sonship. The three gathered to read and pray. And almost always there was some creature with them in the arms or hands of Dawtie. And if the Lord was not there, too, then are we Christians most miserable, for we see a glory beyond all that man could dream, and it is but a dream! Whose dream? They went on at other times with the usual employments and games of children. But there was this difference between them and most grown Christians, that when anything roused thought or question they at once referred it to the word of Jesus, and having discovered His will, made haste to do it. It naturally followed that, seeing He gives the spirit to them that obey Him, they grew rapidly in the modes of their Master, learning to look at things as He looked at them, to think of them as He thought of them, to value what He valued, and despise what He despised--all in simplest order of divine development, in uttermost accord with highest reason, the whole turning on the primary and continuous effort to obey. It was long before they came to have any regular time of meeting. Andrew always took the initiative in assembling the church. When he called they came together. Then he would read from the story, and communicate any discovery he had made concerning what Jesus would have them do. Next, they would consult and settle what they should ask for, and one of them, generally Andrew, but sometimes Sandy, would pray. They made no formal utterance, but simply asked for what they needed. Here are some specimens of their petitions: “Oh, Lord, Sandy canna for the life o' 'im un'erstan' the rule o' three; please, Lord, help him.” “Oh, Lord, I dinna ken onything I want the day; please gi'e us what we need, an' what ye want us to hae, wi'oot our askin' it.” “Lord, help us; we're ill-natnr'd (_bad-tempered_) the day; an' ye wadna hae us that.” “Lord, Dawtie's mither has a sair heid (_headache_); mak her better, gien ye please.” When their prayers were ended Andrew would say: “Sandy, have you found anything He says?” and there-upon, if he had, Sandy would speak. Dawtie never said a word, but sat and listened with her big eyes, generally stroking some creature in her lap. Surely the part of every superior is to help the life in the lower!