Here's chapter two! Enjoy!

"All right, now, where do you want to go first?"

"To the desks, of course!" Ami's eyes shone brightly as she looked up at her aunt.

"Of course." said Ruthie, her eyes glowing back.

"Now, let's see. . . which desk do you like the best?"

Ami looked each desk over carefully. "I don't know. . ." she said, with a timid little giggle. She looked up at Ruthie.

"Take your time," Ruthie's eyes twinkled, "we've got lots of it!" She laughed her pleasant laugh. Ami grinned. Ruthie was so much fun to be around!

Ami examined an old, brown desk, one with a great deal of scratches and the like on it. There was something endearing and almost sweet about it that made her linger beside it.

It looked a great deal like Carol and Emma's desks.

It had several drawers, and she peered into one or two of them, but saw nothing but dust. She opened one of them and saw something strange and white. But as she reached back to swipe it (thinking it was just some dust) it fell back behind the drawer, and she couldn't find it again.

But the strangest thing of all was that on the top of the desk, just exactly like Carol's and Emma's, it had a piece of paper taped to it. It read,

"His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire."

That's funny! Thought Ami, for she remembered that Emma's and Carol's also had similar messages taped to them.

She called Aunt Ruthie over. "I think I want this one." she said, her eyes sparkling so brightly it was a wonder her aunt was not blinded by them.

"Well, let's look at the price." Ruthie read the tag. It said, "50.00".

Ruthie bit her lip. It was dreadfully expensive. She didn't know if she could afford it.

But Ami was already thinking. She looked the desk over. Eventually she cried, "Aunt Ruthie, look! Here's another tag! It says, 5.00! Maybe the other one was a misprint!"

"Well, let's ask the lady," said Ruthie, hoping with all her might that it would be five dollars and not fifty.

The lady, whose name tag said, "Caroline", started, "The desk is-" but broke off as she saw Ami's hopeful face. "It is five dollars." she said, with a smile.

Ami looked so overjoyed that she almost burst. "Oh!" she gasped excitedly, "Oh, oh!"

Then she remembered her manners. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried.

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Ami ecstatically recounted the events of the forenoon to Emma, who listened avidly.

Emma was strangely struck by how much it sounded identical to her and Carol's stories. Emma's desk had been forty-five dollars and the lady, seeing how much she loved it, lowered it to twenty; and Carol's had been thirty, and she had gotten it for two.

Ami and Emma read the script on all of the desks, wrote them down, and compared them. Emma's said,

"Nothing touches me that has not passed through the hands of my Heavenly Father. Nothing.

Everything that I endure is designed to prepare me for serving others more effectively. Everything."

Carol's said,

"You once presented your members as slaves to impurity and to lawlessness leading to more lawlessness, so now present your members as slaves to righteousness leading to sanctification. For when you were slaves of sin, you were free in regard to righteousness, and, having been set free from sin, have become slaves of righteousness."

And, of course, Ami's said,

"His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire."

After looking at them for quite some time, they noticed that, in the corner of each little slip of paper, was the date, "1899".

Emma felt that there was some reason why she should remember that date. There was something strangely familiar about it. . . "Of course!" she cried excitedly. "The newsies' strike!"

There's the second chapter! I hope you like it!

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