134 THE TREE DOCTOR 



Flossie reverently kneels by the mother's side: (Silence! ye 

 men of bewildered and overworked brains.) "Our Father Who 

 are in heaven ; hallowed be Thy name ; Thy kingdom come ; Thy 

 will be done on earth as it is in heaven ; give us day by day our 

 daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them 

 that trespass against us ; lead us not into temptation but deliver 

 us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, 

 Amen. God bless mamma, and papa, and brother and dolly 

 and pussy-cat and doggy. Amen." Little brother is also 

 weary and ready for a refreshing sleep, and presents his usual 

 request: "Papa, please sing for me." Papa takes him in his 

 arms and sings : 



"When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus, 

 the stern disciples drove them back and bade them depart ; But 

 Jesus saw them e'er they fled and sweetly smiled and kindly 

 said: 'Suffer the children to come unto me.' " 



Day by day thus passes, and the years roll by ; and it is here 

 the nation's heroes are formed; for, as one has said: "Xo man 

 will take up a musket and fight for a boarding-house, but any 

 one will give his life for his home." "Home" is where pure, 

 faithful, self-sacrificing spirits are blended in oneness of purity 

 of thought and purpose ; the nearest approach to heaven on 

 earth. But the bliss of the earthly paradise is not always un- 

 alloyed. One evening little brother's head is feverish. The 

 doctor is called, and the days go by, until, at last, he presents 

 the request: "Papa, won't you sing for me once more?" Mus- 

 tering courage, papa sings the last verse of the little mission 

 song that little brother so much loved : 



"Oh, soon may the heathen of every tribe and nation, 



Fulfill Thy blessed Word and cast their idols all away : 



Oh ! shine upon them from above and show Thyself a God of 



love ; 

 Suffer the children to come unto Thee." 



A little angel was permitted to stay in the "home" for nine 

 years, then departed. 



Well, well! new bread for supper. See! they are taking 

 it out of this old Dutch oven (Photo 118). "Here chickie, here 



