"Shall we be warm there all day?" says the little boy, earnestly; "and shall we have enough to eat?"
"Yes, dear child," says the mother; "listen to what the Bible says: 'They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.'"
"I am glad of that," said little Mary, "for, mother, I never can bear to see you cry."
"But, mother," says little Henry, "won't God send us something to eat to-morrow?"
"See," says the mother, "what the Bible says: 'Seek ye not what ye shall eat, nor what ye shall drink, neither be of anxious mind. For your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.'"
"But, mother," says little Mary, "if God is our Father, and loves us, what does he let us be so poor for?"
"Nay," says the mother, "our dear Lord Jesus Christ was as poor as we are, and God certainly loved him."
"Was he, mother?"
"Yes, children; you remember how he said, 'The Son of man hath not where to lay his head.' And it tells us more than once that Jesus was hungry when there was none to give him food."
"O mother, what should we do without the Bible?" says Mary.