Think how much God has given us!—this whole great world, all the sky over your head, and the air, and sunshine, and woods, and gardens full of flowers, and fathers and mothers to love and take care of us, and a million other things.
And what do we give God? Every thing that we give away at all we give to him just as much as if we laid it in his hand.
Don't you know that Christ called the poor and ignorant God's little children, and declared he loved them all better than your mother and father love you?
And not only this, God cares when even a bird falls to the ground with his wing broken, and is watching to see how much you are willing to do for his creature.
CHAPTER XIII.
VIOLET BERRYING.
I called Violet a little berry girl, and I'll tell you why.
On the great hill above their hut, all over one side of it, were blackberry vines; and in autumn, when the berries were ripe, Violet and her mother would spend hours and hours picking them.
The sun would be scorching hot sometimes, and the thorny vines would tangle into Violet's dress and tear her arms, and mosquitos would buzz around her, until she was ready to cry or to declare she could not pick any more.