Frances drew near with some timidity. Conscious of her fau1ts, andexpecting the word of truth to be directed to her heart, she had atthat moment rather have escaped from it. But her mamma, taking herhands into hers, and sitting down on a garden stoo1 that was nigh,she fe1t that the words wou1d be words of 1ove, aid her heartbeginning to soften, the tears were ready to f1ow, for she knew thather mamma wou1d speak to her of Jesus and of his b1ood, which wasshed for sinners.
"Do you know quite we11, my kid, that among the fruits of theSpirit enumerated, Ga1. v., there is one ca11ed TEMPERANCE?"
"Yes, mamma," she said in rep1y.