“Yes, he says, ‘In me is thine help,’ and having his help what can harm us? since he is the Lord who made heaven and earth.”

Again a few moments of silence; then Lulu said, “Papa, you have often told me I inherit my temper from you, and though I could never believe it if anybody else had told me, I have to believe you because I know you always speak the truth; but how did you ever conquer it so completely?”

“By determined effort, at the same time looking to God for help,” he replied; “and only by the same means can I even now keep it under control.”

“And you think I can learn to control mine if I use the same means?”

“I do; God, our kind heavenly Father, is as able and as willing to help you as me.”

“Yes,” she said thoughtfully, “and if I don’t choose to try hard enough, at the same time praying earnestly for help, I deserve to be punished by my earthly father; and I do really hope he always will punish me till he has taught me to be as patient and self-controlled as he is,” she added, nestling closer to him and slipping a hand into his.  “Papa, I often wonder why I wasn’t made as patient and sweet-tempered as Gracie.  She doesn’t seem to have any temper at all to fight.”

“No; but she has her own peculiar temptations, of some of which your firmer, braver nature knows nothing; and each must battle with her own faults and failings, looking to God for help in the hard struggle.  To God, who, the Bible tells us, ’will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape that ye may be able to bear it.’”

“It is a precious promise, papa,” she said, with thoughtful look and tone, “and I am glad you reminded me of it.  It makes me feel less discouraged about trying to conquer my besetting sins.”

“In the first chapter of Joshua,” replied her father, “the Lord says to him three times, ‘Be strong and of a good courage,’ the last time adding, ’be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.’  And that blessed assurance of the constant, sustaining presence of our God, each one of his children may take to him or herself.”

“What a comfort, papa!” she exclaimed.  “Oh, the Bible is such a blessing!  I do feel sorry for all the people who have none.”

“Yes,” he responded, “they are greatly to be pitied, and those who have dared to take it from others will have much to answer for in the day of judgment; as will those also who, having it themselves, make no effort to supply it to such as have it not.

“Ah, here we are at our own home!” he added, as the carriage drew up before the entrance.

“And such a sweet home as it is!” she responded, as he threw open the door, sprang out, and took her in his arms.

“Yes,” he said, “so I think, and am glad my little girl appreciates it.  There,” setting her on her feet, “run in, daughter, and make yourself ready for the tea-table.”