Luke ii. 3-20.
On the last Sunday before Christmas, a little girl sat at the back of a Church, holding in her hand a card which had just been given her, on which was a beautiful picture of a sweet young mother and a tiny babe.
It was a Children's Service, and the Clergyman was telling them about that card, and describing to them the Christmas story which we all love.
Presently he said: "Do any of you remember what my sermon was about this time last year?"
There was dead silence in the Church, and then the Clergyman saw in the very back, underneath the gallery, a hand raised up suddenly, in token that some one could answer his question.
"Well, dear, what was it?" he asked.
THE INFANT JESUS AND HIS MOTHER.
And in the surprised silence a little girl rose to her feet and said in a clear, distinct voice, which reached every part of the Church:
"You asked us to pray this little prayer—