"But God sees," said Tom, "and He wants Lulu to be good and not catch the little chickens or ducklings."
"Does He say Lulu naughty dirl if she tuts 'em?" asked Lulu, raising her eyes to the sky where she had been told God lived, as if she expected to see Him.
"He says Lulu is naughty if she hurts the birdies, or don't mind what she is told," said Tom.
"Den Lulu won't," said the little one; "but Lulu want de chittee so-o-o," she added, with a long-drawn sigh which told that the sacrifice was almost too much for her.
"That's a good girl. Don't you want me to give you some pretty shells?" said Tom approvingly.
This attempt to divert her attention proved quite successful, and Tom carried her away with all her smiles restored.
"What a dear, good little thing!" said one and another of the childish group, all of whom had heard what passed.
"Yes, so she is," said Mabel; "but Tom might have let her have the chicken a few moments. It was no such great harm, and it was real mean and silly of him."
Lily turned upon her with threatening voice and manner.