“Something must be done about it,” said Sam; then he walked silently for a while, thinking very hard. At last he said,—
“Grandpapa, God made me. Did the same man make you?”
“Yes,” replied Grandpapa, “I suppose he did.”
“Don’t you know for certain?” asked Sam, for Grandpapa’s eyes were smiling hard.
“Oh, yes,” replied Grandpapa, “of course I do.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking it over,” said Sam, “and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to pray to God every night to make Billy see.”
“It will be a very good plan,” replied Grandpapa.
“You see I always pray for what I want most at Christmas time,” said Sam.
“And it comes, doesn’t it?” asked Grandpapa.
“Yes,” replied Sam, “it always comes. I prayed real hard for a pony last Christmas, and I got one, you know.”