[ABOUT ANGELS]
“Mother,” said the child; “are there really angels?”
“The Good Book says so,” said the mother.
“Yes,” said the child; “I have seen the picture. But did you ever see one, mother?”
“I think I have,” said the mother; “but she was not dressed like the picture.”
“I am going to find one!” said the child. “I am going to run along the road, miles, and miles, and miles, until I find an angel.”
“That will be a good plan!” said the mother. “And I will go with you, for you are too little to run far alone.”
“I am not little any more!” said the child. “I have trousers; I am big.”