'Yes, my dear, I fear we do.'
'We do, mother? You don't mean to say that you, and papa, and Deacon Evarts, and all such good people, worship idols?'
'Do you suppose, Effie, that all the idols or false gods in the world are made of wood and stone?'
'Oh no, mother, I read in my Sunday-school book of people's worshipping animals, and plants, and the sun, and moon, and a great many of the stars.'
'And gold and silver, and men, women and children, did you not?'
'Yes mother.'
'Well, if a man loves gold or silver better than he loves God, does it make any difference whether he has it made into an image to pray to, or whether he lays it away in the shape of silver dollars and gold eagles?'
Effie sat for a few moments in thought, and then suddenly looking up, replied,—'Men don't worship dollars and eagles.'
'Are you sure?' inquired Mrs Maurice.
'I never heard of any one who did.'