arvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and
the sea obey him.'"

"It is such a pretty story," said Little Elsie. "How kind Jesus was
never to get angry, though they waked him out of his sleep when he
must have been so very, very tired. He might have scolded them, and
asked didn't they know they couldn't drown while he was with them in
the ship."

"Yes," her father said; "and let us learn of him to be patient,
unselfish, and forgiving."

It was Walter's turn, and he read: "'And when even was come, the ship
was in the midst of the sea, and he alone on the land. And he saw them
toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them; and about the
fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea,
and would have passed by them. But when they saw him walking upon the
sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out; for they all
saw him and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and
saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.'"

"This is mine," said Elsie. "'And he went forth again by the seaside:
and all the multitudes resorted unto him, and he taught them.'"

It was Ned's turn, and he read: "And he began again to teach by the
seaside: and there was gathered unto him a great multitude, so that
he entered into a ship, and sat in the sea; and the whole multitude
was by the sea on the land.'"

"I think this was a very nice lesson," Elsie said as they closed their
books. "I shall think of it often while we are on the sea. This--Lake
Erie--is as much of a sea as the Lake of Tiberias or Sea of Galilee,
isn't it, papa?"

"I think so," he said; "and in a few days we are likely to be on a
real sea--the great Atlantic Ocean."

"And God can take care of us there just as well as anywhere else,
can't he, papa?" asked Ned in a tone that was half inquiry, half
assertion.

"Certainly, my son, he is the creator of all things, the ruler of all
the universe, and 'none can stay his hand or say unto him, What doest
thou?'"

"Papa," said Ned, "mightn't I ask him to stop this storm, so we could
go right on home?"

"You can ask him, son, to do it if he sees best, but you must be
willing that he should not do what you wish if he does not see best.
God knows what is best for us, and we do not, but often desire what
would be very bad for us."

"Well, papa, I'll try to ask that way," said the little boy. "But I'm
very tired of these dark, rainy days, and of