"FOOTSTEPS OF THOUGHT"

Many years ago some children were making their way home through the gathering dusk after a happy day in the woods when the youngest began to lag behind. "Come along, Kitty," said the others, "we are nearly home now," and they showed her where the light from their warm kitchen shone out at the top of the hill.

"No," said the little one, "I cannot walk up that big hill. I shall have to stop here all night," and down she sat in tears. The bigger children were dismayed. They knew they could not carry their little sister up the steep hillside.

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