"I don't believe God wants them."
Her papa heard her. "He does want them, and He is looking at you, now, to see whether you will give them to Him, or keep them for yourself. If you give them to Him you will be careful never to let them do any thing naughty, and will teach them to do every good thing they can. And if you keep them for yourself, they will be likely to do wrong, and to get into mischief."
"Have you given yours to Him, papa?"
"Yes, indeed, long ago."
"Are you glad?"
"Yes, very glad."
Susy sat still silent. She did not quite understand what it all meant.
"If you give your tongue to God," said her papa, "you never will let it speak angry, unkind words. Or tell tales. Or speak an untruth."
"I guess I'll give Him my tongue," said Susy.
"And if you give God your hands, you will watch them and keep them from touching things that do not belong to them. You will not let them be idle, but will keep them busy about something, either work or play—"