“Mother, were you praying just now?”
“Yes,” said she, hesitatingly.
“And were you praying for me?”
“Yes, my son.”
Tom was silent for a while, and then said,–
“Mother, since I heard the preacher, I have many times wished I were a Christian; that is, if–if–the Bible is true. But there are some 41 things that I don’t understand, and they are right in my way.”
“What are they, Tom?” He colored, and said,–
“I don’t like to tell you, for I am afraid you will think me very bad. But I thought some time I would like to ask some one about it who knows more than I do. You believe that there is a God, mother?”
“With all my heart.”
“And that he is pleased with those who do good, and angry with those who do wrong?”