the storm is raging, but for us, we have merely to bear the showers with patience. If we do get rather wet—no matter! We shall dry ourselves afterwards in the sunshine of Love.
That brings to mind this little trait of my childhood; a horse one day standing at the garden gate barred our entrance; those with me endeavoured by force of talking, etc., to get him to move back, but while they talked I very quietly slipped in, through the horse's legs. . . . See how one may gain by remaining little!
COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES
To a young Sister discouraged at
seeing her imperfections, Sœur Thérèse
said: "You make me think of a very
little child who is just able to stand
upright but does not yet know how to
walk. Intent upon reaching the top of
the stairs so as to get back to his mother
he lifts his foot to climb the first step.
Fruitless endeavour! At each attempt
he falls without advancing in the least.
