Little Cords.

"KATIE, my dear, I wish you would wait for

Mary," said Mrs. Hall, one afternoon, as her

 eldest daughter entered the room, evidently

 prepared for a walk.

"O mamma!" began Katie; but she did not say

more. A sudden thought had checked the 

impatient words on the young girl's lips, and she

 sat down by the window, with a pleasant smile

 upon her face.

"I am sorry to keep you," said her mother;

"but I told Mary that she could go with you 

today, and she would be very much disappointed

 to find that you had left her. She does not like to

 go alone."

"Waiting in this pleasant room is not very hard,"

said Katie, as she looked around the cheerful

 parlor, and then out at the window, where the

 vine leaves were nodding and whispering in the

 summer air. "I believe, mamma, that the real

 trouble with me is, that everything is too easy."

"I do not quite understand," said her mother.

"Why, I mean that such little things as waiting

for Mary, and dressing Susie's dolls, and making

sails for Johnny's boat, are so very easy that, all

the time, I do not think them worth doing; and 

yet they must be some of the little cords that Mr.

 Clare spoke of yesterday."

"What did he say about them?" asked Mrs.


"He said that little things in our everyday life

were little cords binding us to our Lord, and that

when there were a great many of these little

 cords fastened all the time, they would keep us

 closely and firmly bound to him; that we could

 not often do great things, but that doing little

 things constantly, was even better."

"It is a good thought to remember, Katie," said

Mrs. Hall.

Just then Mary's voice was heard outside. She

had seen Katie through the window, and 

exclaimed, 'Oh! There you are! I am so glad you


In a few moments more the two sisters were

 walking away together; and, as their mother 

watched them, a prayer arose from her heart,

 that both girls might learn to be true Christians

 in little things.

Children's Magazine.