And Gopala said, "Is it really true that my Brother will come and take care of me?"
And his mother said, "Yes, it is true—just as true as it is that you are God's child, and that He loves you."
"Good-bye, mother," said Gopala; "I love to go to school."
He set out bravely enough, but a little way down the forest path it was rather dark, and he began to feel afraid. He could hear his own heart go pit-a-pat. So he called out, "O Brother Cowherd, Brother Cowherd, come and play with me!"
The bushes first began to rustle, and then parted, and out peeped a boy's head, with a little gold crown on it, and a peacock's feather in the crown. Then a big boy jumped out and took the child's hand, and they played all the way to school.
But when they came near the village, the young Cowherd, telling His little brother to call Him again, on his way home, went back to his cows. There was something so lovely about this boy, He was so full of fun, and yet so kind and gentle and strong, that Gopala grew to love Him as he had never loved any one before.
And as, day after day, he told his mother all about it, words could not express her gratitude. But she was not in the least surprised. It seemed
