Those were very bright faces which gathered about Mrs. Baker’s breakfast table one morning early in the next June.
“Father’s coming home from the war to-day!” cried the children exultingly; “the fighting is all done and father’s coming home to stay.”
“Yes,” returned their mother, tears of mingled joy and thankfulness shining in her eyes. “Oh, how thankful I am that he has never been wounded or taken prisoner—to starve and freeze to death, as so many of our poor, dear... #story #kidsstory AcreSoft Story Classic acresoft.com acresoft.contactin.bio • Psalms 146:9
The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.