"Oh! will God let them play!" cried Susy in a joyful voice. "Well! then I'll give Him my hands."
"And if you give Him your feet, you never will let them carry you where you ought not to go, but teach them to run quickly when mamma calls; and when you are old enough, they will carry you to visit and comfort poor and sick people."
"Yes, that will be nice!" said Susy. "God shall have my feet."
"If you give Him your eyes, you will never, never let them look at any thing you know He would not like to look at if He were here by your side. Not to read a book you would not read if He were looking over the page with you. And to use them wisely and with great care."
"Could I cry with them?"
"Why, certainly."
"Mamma says I cry too much."
"I did not say you might cry too much with them."
"Well!—I'll give God my eyes some of the time, and some of the time I'll keep them."
"Oh! no! God will not like that, at all."