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Updated: June 28, 2025
A moment and he was far away, following an imaginary tiger, when the voice of Mark woke him with the question: "What kind of thing do you like best in all the world, majie? I mean this world, you know and of course I don't mean God or anybody, but things about you, I mean."
As often as the door opened loving eyes would seek first the spot where the sweet face, the treasure of the house, lay, reflecting already the light of the sunless kingdom. That same afternoon, as the major, his custom always of an afternoon, dozed in his chair, the boy suddenly called out in a clear voice, "Oh, majie, there was one bit of my dream I did not tell you!
And I don't know what came next. Now what am I to do, majie? You see I couldn't bear to have that dream laughed at. Yet I must tell it to Corney because there is a message in it for him!" Whether the boy plainly believed that the Lord had been with him, and had given him a message to his brother, the major dared not inquire. "Let the boy think what he thinks!" he said to himself.
I know he is in it all, and the dark is only the box he keeps his bright things in! "Oh, he is such a good father of lights! Do you know, majie, I used to think he came and talked to me in the window-seat when I was a child!
What do you think?" "Let's see what makes it so nice!" returned Mark. "First of all, you're there, majie!" "And you're there, Markie," said the major. "Yes, that's all right! Next there's my bed for me, and your easy-chair for you, and the fire for us both! And the sight of your chair is better to me than the feel of my bed!
Don't you think I shall, Majie?" "I hope so, indeed, Mark! It would be a bad job if we were never to see him!" he added, suddenly struck with a feeling he had never had before. "Yes, indeed; that it would!" responded the child. "Why, where would be the good of it all, you know! That's what we came here for ain't it? God calls children I know he calls some, for he said, 'Samuel!
The boy was merry in a mild, reflected way, because the rest were merry, but preferred his own room with "dear Majie," to the drawing-room with the grand lady. He would steal from it, assured that in a moment the major would be after him, to keep him company, and tell him such stories! Lord Gartley now began to make love with full intent and purpose.
"I hope so, Markie," returned the major. "But don't you think we ought to do something to help to make Corney good? You help me to be good, majie every day, and all day long! I know mother teaches him, for he's her first-born! He's like Jesus he's God's first-born! I'm so glad it was Jesus and not me!" "Why, Mark?" "Because if it had been me, I shouldn't have had any Jesus to love.
"There is more here than you know," said Christopher, handing her back the paper. She opened it and saw something about a thousand pounds, for which again she gave joyous and loving thanks. But before the evening was over she learned that it was not a thousand pounds the dear majie had given her, but the thousand a year he had offered her if she would give up lord Gartley.
"Isn't it nice, majie," he said more than once, in differing forms, "that I have nothing to do with anything that there is no preparation, no examination wanted for dying? It's all done for you! You have just to be lifted and taken and that's so nice! I don't know what it will feel like, but when God is with you, you don't mind anything." Another time he said,
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