HOSANNA: BLESSED IS THE KING OF ISRAEL THAT COMETH IN THE NAME OF THE LORD. AND I, IF I BE LIFTED UP FROM THE EARTH, WILL DRAW ALL MEN UNTO ME. IF YE KNOW THESE THINGS, HAPPY ARE YE IF YE DO THEM. WHEREFORE LET HIM THAT THINKETH HE STANDETH, TAKE HEED LEST HE FALL. LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED; YE BELIEVE IN GOD, BELIEVE ALSO IN ME. “HERE is another chance to fit my story to two of your verses,” said Grandma, and all the young Burtons looked glad. “It was the summer I was twelve,” said Grandma, “and I spent it at Grandfather Holland’s. He was a minister, you know. We used to have very pleasant Sunday evenings, talking over the sermon, and reciting the catechism; there wasn’t any Sunday-school in those days; not in our part of the country. “One night we had the story of Jesus washing the disciples’ feet. Cousin Mercy said she didn’t see how he _could_ do it; to think of his washing Judas’ feet, too! She thought it was wonderful! “I said it was wonderful, but I could see how he could do it, and in a sense like to do it; that it showed how truly noble he was, and that I should like a chance to treat an enemy kindly, because I thought it would be a splendid thing to do. But I added, rather mournfully, that I did not suppose I should ever have an enemy. Grandfather did not make much reply; he only smiled on me, a curious sort of smile, and repeated this third verse of yours: ‘If ye know these things, happy are ye if ye do them.’ “Then what did cousin Stephen do, but repeat, with his eyes fixed on me, this next verse: ‘Let him that thinketh he standeth, take heed lest he fall.’ “I felt my cheeks grow red. I wished I could have a chance to show Steenie how truly noble I was; for I saw he didn’t believe it. “The very next week something happened which made me think of those two verses again. “I went to the little village school, while I was at grandfather’s; and Priscilla Howe went too. Priscilla was a bound girl whom my grandfather was bringing up.” “Bound!” exclaimed little Sarah, in startled tone; Grandma had to stop and explain to her what that meant. Then she continued her story. “I didn’t like Priscilla very well; I hardly knew why; she was a still, cold, little thing, a trifle sullen, perhaps; at least I thought so, and I didn’t have much to do with her. On Wednesday afternoons we had an exercise in school which I always liked.