18 EDITH, THE YOUNG TEACHER.

Edith smiled, and was going to say,
yes ; when it came into her mind that
aunt Mary had said there were many -
things which she must learn before
she could be fit for a Sunday-school
teacher ; so she looked in her aunt’s
face with some doubt as to the reply
that she ought to make.

“You may try, my love,” said aunt
Mary, who guessed what was passing
in her thoughts. “If you are kind
and patient, and do the best you can,
{ think you may be of use.” Then
Edith, smiling and happy, sat down
to teach ; feeling much pleased that
she was thought old enough to be
trusted with a class. The children
became quiet, and gathered around
her, and soon she was as busy as
any in the room. It was the alphabet
class that she had; and some of the