50 THE FLOWERS

“JT don’t know, father,” she meekly an-
swered.

“Do you pretend to say, that you do un-
derstand it?” I asked, and drew her near to
me as I sat.

“J have not got a large Bible,” she an-
swered ; “there are only small bits of the
Bible in my little book ; but even my little
Bible tells me many pleasant things.”

“What pleasant things, Aimée ?” I asked.

' “Tt tells me,” she replied, “what my Sa-
viour has done for me, and I find in it the
promises of that happy world where I shall
enjoy a home more pleasant than that which
I have lost, and see my papa and my mamma,
and my brother and sister again, And some-
times, my father, when I have been reading
that little book all alone in the garden, or
wherever I can get unseen, I have had such
sweet dreams and such delightful thoughts ;
I fancy I see the world in that time when
Christ shall be King over all the earth. And
then I fancy I see places like what I re-
member of my happy home, and my papa and
my mamma, and brother and sister, all glori-
ous like angels, and the Lord Jesus Christ
in company with them, and I am so glad