332 CHILDREN'S BOOK FOR SABBA TIH HOUIS. fore him. The tears came into Willy's way to welcome him. Willy kissed her bright, young eyes, as he thought of it. tenderly, and thought she had never look- "How could I bear it!" he thought. ed so beautiful to him; but it was love "God would surely never mean that I that worked the miracle which changed should stay here all my life, when I could a faded and care-worn face into one as be something and do something out in lovely as those of the maidens in the Pal- the great world! I'm sure of it and I ace Beautiful. Willy's father was neither know He'll let me try." affectionate nor intelligent, but Willy in- And then his face softened, as he herited from his mother, not only his thought of the contented boy, of whom warm, loving heart, but his energy and he had just read, and how he was willing desire of doing great things, while every- to stay just where he was, because the thing that he did do was done well. Lord had placed him there. That night Willy slept soundly, but Maybe it is meant that I should stay towards morning he had a dream which here always," he thought; maybe father stayed in his mind all day. He seemed will die, and mother will need me. That to be in a beautiful garden, all shut in by would be something to live for. I could vines and flowers. He could see no one, stay at home to help her." And Willy but heard a voice say: drew a long breath, as all his beautiful Master, where shall I plant this fair, dreams seemed to narrow down to a life tall lily ? It is very strong and beauti- at home on the old farm, with his mother ful, and needs a large space to grow in." and Rover and the sheep. And the master, in a tender voice, re- "But the Lord will see to it, I know," plied: Then place it in this garden, he said, at last. "I'll trust Him about where only one poor woman will rejoice it, and then it will be sure to come right." in it. When all is ready I will trans- And, out there on the hill-side, Willy plant it to a larger one." lifted up his heart to God. This is what Willy's dream was never finished, as his prayer was like: his mother's voice awoke him; but all O Lord, thou knowest how I long to day long it comforted him, and it seemed go away, where I can be wise and use- as if the fair, tall lily was himself, and ful; but, Lord, if it is thy will that I as if he was placed where he was to stay here always, may it be my will too, work for the Master until he should re- and may I ever trust in thee." move him to a larger place. Then whistling for Rover, Willy be- Weeks sped on, and still the boy went gan to start homewards, while the flock day after day to the hills with his sheep. followed him. The sun was just setting Every day he read and thought, and as Willy came in sight of the old house dreamed and sang, and every day he grew and saw his mother, with her face lit up stronger in faith and patience and trust by the golden light, waiting in the door- in God. He was his mother's stay and