One winter day the snow fell in great abundance. Anne clapped her hands with delight, and exclaimed,
“O, how white, how lovely!”
Marie was more thoughtful; she said, “I like to look at it; it is so very beautiful; but I love to think that a sinner washed in the blood of Jesus is whiter than snow. We saw no snow in Spain, and we did not know our Saviour there; now, how different! We can say now,
When I last heard of Marie and Anne, they were bright and happy, waiting, like the Thessalonian saints, for the Son of God from heaven, and while awaiting His return to take them to His beautiful home, are seeking in many ways to please Him who has done such great things for them.
ML 01/01/1939