IT was a dim winter morning. Maisie lay calm in her little white bed. She had quite recently opened her eyes and was squinting to get conscious. All of a sudden her ears disclosed to her something. "Maisie, the rain is dashing down the rainpipe." Now her brain woke up. "Today is Sunday," it stated, "and I am apprehensive it will be really long. You can't take the standard evening stroll with your dad, nor play in the garden."
Maisie pulled the spreads up nearly to her ears, and would have slept had not a voice rang to her,"Jump, little girl, it is breakfast time." Then Maisie sprang out of bed.
After a hour the feast was done and she had keep running up the road to Cousin Sarah's doorstep. Maisie had no rubbers nor waterproof shell. She was somewhat English young lady, so she wore substantial shoes with thick soles, and in light of the fact that it was drizzling she had on a dull blue wool dress, a dim blue wool cape and a blue top.
Maisie dependably went to Book of scriptures school with Cousin Sarah. "Why does she not go to the entryway?" said Maisie, thumping once more. Cousin Sarah opened it that exact moment with a "Decent morning, dearie, we should rush." And they began.
It rained as they went to Book of scriptures school. It drizzled harder while they were having the lesson. It drizzled hardest of all as the youngsters sang the end song.
"By what method might I get the chance to chapel with father and mother?" thought Maisie. "I think about whether they will expect me?" Then Book of scriptures school was over and she was remaining by Cousin Sarah.
"I think you would better come to meeting with me to-day," that woman said. "I am certain that your mom would think it best."
Maisie grinned, and Cousin Sarah put her hand on the young lady's shoulder as they ventured discreetly through an entryway into a dull-looking room. They took their places four seats from the front, where a few Companions were at that point sitting peacefully.
Maisie kept still a couple of minutes. She was considering, "It is so tranquil; will they never sing?" Yet nobody appeared to probably. She changed her position. Cousin Sarah hauled a little stool out from under the seat. "Put your feet on this," she said delicately.
"Why do Companions need everything chestnut?" thought Maisie. "Don't they like truly, splendid windows and celebrity central?" Swinging to Cousin Sarah, Maisie was going to ask the question when she saw that every one of the Companions sat with bowed heads. They appeared to be far away. "They are not away," thought Maisie, "they are truly here. Perhaps they are with God, and that makes them appear to be away." Cousin Sarah had once said to Maisie, "God meets with Companions in the hush."
Maisie sat unobtrusively taking a gander at the Companion on the front seat. "I trust God is addressing her," Maisie thought. "Her face sparkles as Moses' face shone when God conversed with him."
Maisie looked around the space for a period, yet there was nothing to intrigue her. Before long she was turning upward into the Companion's face once more.
"Possibly God asks why I don't converse with Him," she thought. At that point two lines came into her head:
In this calm meeting hour
Show me, Jesus, of thy power.
Maisie loved the little verse she had made. She said it in a peaceful whisper a few circumstances. She appeared to see a photo of Jesus laying his hands on a wiped out kid's head. She could see the kid grin and look just as his torment were better.
A Glad Feeling Came Into Her Heart
At that point the tinkle, tinkle of the rain was loud to the point that Maisie couldn't see the photo of Jesus any more. Be that as it may, a cheerful feeling came into her heart, and she thought, "To-morrow, in the event that it doesn't rain, I'll take "Fumble" over for Molly, the weak young lady, to pet. She never had a major Angora feline."
At that point all of a sudden Cousin Sarah hung over and kissed Maisie. The Companions were shaking hands, and meeting was over.
"Has everybody conversed with God all she needs to at the beginning of today, Cousin Sarah?" said Maisie.
"Yes, dear."
"I conversed with Him, as well," said Maisie. What's more, Cousin Sarah kissed the young lady again as they headed toward the entryway.
Maisie pulled the spreads up nearly to her ears, and would have slept had not a voice rang to her,"Jump, little girl, it is breakfast time." Then Maisie sprang out of bed.
After a hour the feast was done and she had keep running up the road to Cousin Sarah's doorstep. Maisie had no rubbers nor waterproof shell. She was somewhat English young lady, so she wore substantial shoes with thick soles, and in light of the fact that it was drizzling she had on a dull blue wool dress, a dim blue wool cape and a blue top.
Maisie dependably went to Book of scriptures school with Cousin Sarah. "Why does she not go to the entryway?" said Maisie, thumping once more. Cousin Sarah opened it that exact moment with a "Decent morning, dearie, we should rush." And they began.
It rained as they went to Book of scriptures school. It drizzled harder while they were having the lesson. It drizzled hardest of all as the youngsters sang the end song.
"By what method might I get the chance to chapel with father and mother?" thought Maisie. "I think about whether they will expect me?" Then Book of scriptures school was over and she was remaining by Cousin Sarah.
"I think you would better come to meeting with me to-day," that woman said. "I am certain that your mom would think it best."
Maisie grinned, and Cousin Sarah put her hand on the young lady's shoulder as they ventured discreetly through an entryway into a dull-looking room. They took their places four seats from the front, where a few Companions were at that point sitting peacefully.
Maisie kept still a couple of minutes. She was considering, "It is so tranquil; will they never sing?" Yet nobody appeared to probably. She changed her position. Cousin Sarah hauled a little stool out from under the seat. "Put your feet on this," she said delicately.
"Why do Companions need everything chestnut?" thought Maisie. "Don't they like truly, splendid windows and celebrity central?" Swinging to Cousin Sarah, Maisie was going to ask the question when she saw that every one of the Companions sat with bowed heads. They appeared to be far away. "They are not away," thought Maisie, "they are truly here. Perhaps they are with God, and that makes them appear to be away." Cousin Sarah had once said to Maisie, "God meets with Companions in the hush."
Maisie sat unobtrusively taking a gander at the Companion on the front seat. "I trust God is addressing her," Maisie thought. "Her face sparkles as Moses' face shone when God conversed with him."
Maisie looked around the space for a period, yet there was nothing to intrigue her. Before long she was turning upward into the Companion's face once more.
"Possibly God asks why I don't converse with Him," she thought. At that point two lines came into her head:
In this calm meeting hour
Show me, Jesus, of thy power.
Maisie loved the little verse she had made. She said it in a peaceful whisper a few circumstances. She appeared to see a photo of Jesus laying his hands on a wiped out kid's head. She could see the kid grin and look just as his torment were better.
A Glad Feeling Came Into Her Heart
At that point the tinkle, tinkle of the rain was loud to the point that Maisie couldn't see the photo of Jesus any more. Be that as it may, a cheerful feeling came into her heart, and she thought, "To-morrow, in the event that it doesn't rain, I'll take "Fumble" over for Molly, the weak young lady, to pet. She never had a major Angora feline."
At that point all of a sudden Cousin Sarah hung over and kissed Maisie. The Companions were shaking hands, and meeting was over.
"Has everybody conversed with God all she needs to at the beginning of today, Cousin Sarah?" said Maisie.
"Yes, dear."
"I conversed with Him, as well," said Maisie. What's more, Cousin Sarah kissed the young lady again as they headed toward the entryway.
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