“Yes.”
“Then where was the other people’s god?”
“Oh, on shelves and in closets, and all sorts of places,” said Mrs. Burton. “They were only bits of wood and stone; idols, in fact.”
“And wasn’t they good?”
“Not at all.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s very nice, for papa sometimes says that I am mamma’ idol. Am I sticky or stony?”
“Certainly not, dear. He means that your mother cares a great deal for you; that is all. And Daniel prayed just as he chose and when he chose, and the people that didn’t like him hurried up the king and said, ‘Just see, that young man for whom you care so much is praying to the Lord that the Jews believe in.’s The king was sorry to hear this, but Daniel wouldn’t tell a lie; he admitted that he prayed just as he wanted to, so the king had to order some men to throw Daniel into the den of lions. He felt very badly about it, for Daniel had been always very good and honest, and very good people are hard to find anywhere.”
“Musht tell mamma dat, nexsht time she saysh I must be very good,” said Toddie. “Gwon.”
“They threw poor Daniel in among the lions, and he must have felt dreadful on the way to the den, for he knew that lions are very savage and hungry. Why, one single lion will often eat up a whole man, yet there were a great many lions in the den Daniel was taken to.”
“He wouldn’t make much of a supper for all of them, poor fellow, would he?” Budge asked.