"What are you looking for, Jimmy?" asked his mother from within the humble² dwelling³.

 

"I'm looking for Thomas," said Jimmy.

 

"It's hardly time for him yet. He won't be through work till after sunset."

 

"Then I wish the sun would set quick," said Jimmy.

 

"That is something we can not hasten, my son. God makes the sun to rise and to set in its due season."

 

This idea was probably too advanced for Jimmy's comprehension, for he was but four years of age, and the youngest of a family of four children. His father had died two years before, leaving a young widow, and four children, the eldest⁴ but nine, in sore straits. A long and severe winter lay before the little family, and they had but little corn garnered⁵ to carry them through till the next harvest. But the young widow was a brave woman and a devoted⁶ mother.

 

"God will provide for us," she said, but sometimes it seemed a mystery how that provision was to come. More than once, when the corn was low in the bin¹, she went to bed without her own supper, that her four children, who were blessed with hearty⁷ appetites, might be satisfied. But when twelve months had gone by, and the new harvest came in, the fields which she and her oldest boy had planted yielded enough to place them beyond the fear of want. God did help them, but it was because they helped themselves.

 

But beyond the barest necessaries the little family neither expected nor obtained much. Clothing cost money, and there was very little money in the log-cabin, or indeed in the whole settlement, if settlement it can be called. There was no house within a mile, and the village a mile and a half away contained only a school-house, a grist-mill, and a little log store and dwelling.

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