"O, Vi, I've been wanting you! you'll have to be mamma to us now, you
know, till our real own mamma comes back. And, Eddie, you'll have to be
the papa. Won't he, Vi? Come, let's all go to mamma's dress-room; my verse
is ready."
"What is your text, Rosie?" Violet asked when they had reached the room,
sitting down and drawing the child to her side.
"Take me on your lap like mamma does and I'll say it."
"Now then," Vi said, complying with the request.
"'When my father and my mother forsake me then the Lord will take me up.'"
"Who taught you that, pet?" asked Vi, with a slight tremble in her low
sweet tones.
"Cousin Molly. I was crying for mamma and papa and she called me in there
and told me I mustn't cry, 'cause Jesus loves me and will never, never go
away from me."
"That's like my text," said Herbert. "Mamma gave it to me for to-day. 'I
will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.'"
"And mine," said Harold, "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of
the world,'"
"'This God is our God forever and ever; he will be our guide even unto
death,'" repeated Vi feelingly.
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