in't very clever at putting things into words," she said at last,
"but I think what it means is, that we must stop every now and then from
thinking only of the worries and troubles of life, and the hard work, and
the squabbles and disappointments, and let our thoughts dwell instead on
what is beautiful and good--on God, Who has done so much for us, and
Jesus, Who died for us. We must think of the beautiful things that God
gives us every day, the birds and the flowers, and the children, and our
homes and friends. If we do that, we shall be strong and hopeful, and
there will be many glad hours for us, when we shall hear the angels'
voices in our hearts."

"I think I understand," said Bella gravely. "We have had lots of trouble,
but we have had lots of nice things too. I like to stop and think about
it all; don't you, Aunt Maggie? It makes one feel happy and glad."

"Yes, dear, and it is always wonderful, when looking back over the past,
to see the way God has led us, and all the experiences we have been
through. If we could look ahead, we should be frightened and daunted,
probably, but if we put our hands in God's hand and let Him lead us, and
if we take each day as it comes, and each duty, content to do our best,
and to do without grumbling the work that He sets us, we shall come
through without fear or alarm, and find our way smoother for us than ever
we had dared to hope for."

"I suppose every one has some work to do," said Bella; "but it seems as if
some people only play."

"Most people have something to do, and a good many find their play harder
than work; but it doesn't matter to you or to me or to any one what others
have or haven't. God has given us certain work to do for Him and His
people. He can't give the same work to everybody. One has to fill one
post, and another another post. It doesn't make it any harder for us that
some have very little to do. We aren't any the worse off, are we?"

"No," said Bella.

"In fact, we are better off. If everybody worked, there would be nothing
left for those who want to live by their work. If everybody grew flowers,
nobody would want to buy yours. If you had to make your own boots and
clothes, you couldn't make your garden pay as you do. But I see the
kettle is boiling, and we'll have some tea, and we won't grumble because
we've got to get it ourselves, will we?"

"I'd rather make it myself," said Bella, laughing. "Aunt Maggie, do you
know what is goin