Article January 16, 1902 Issue

Learning how to Learn

BY J. B. WILLIS.

THE wheels had come a week before and the little girls had made many attempts, with mamma's help, to master the mount, but the things were so wobbly and trying that their efforts had scored little more than tumbles, and bruises, and a discouragement that was fast approaching heartache.

When, therefore, they spied their Uncle Jack—the very fellow to give them a lift—coming down the road, there was a glad cry and a grand scamper for his open arms.

After he had heard their twice-told tale and noted all the black and blue spots which decorated their poor little legs, and which they exhibited with no small show of competition, he called their attention to a passing swallow whose curves and careenings were made the text of a little talk about the freedom and pleasure in store for them also, as they followed, in the coming summer days, the delightful roads and by-ways in the vicinity of their home. He spoke of how easily the little birds learned to fly because it was God's gift to them, and because they tried their, best and were not afraid; and how easily, too, their wheels would speed them, and that without fall or fear, since these have no place in our Father's plans.

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