“But don’t you see, Grandmamma,” said Sam, “that if God doesn’t have to hunt around for the dog-cart, it will be a great deal easier to make Billy see?”
So, when Sam went to bed that night, he said his simple prayer in this way,—
“Oh, dear God, you needn’t bother about that dog-cart, if you will only make poor Billy see as I do; and please take care of Papa and Mamma, and don’t let the ship tip over; and take care of Grandpapa and Grandmamma too, and make Sam a good boy.”
“You haven’t prayed for your little sister,” said Grandmamma, as Sam’s prayer came to a sudden end.
“Oh, Anne sleeps with Nora, she’s all right,” replied Sam, confidently.
The next day Sam said to his grandpapa,—
“Can’t I go to the park to-day to feed the birds and squirrels?”
“I think you can,” replied Grandpapa, “and how should you like to take Billy too?”
“Why, he can’t see, you know, so it wouldn’t be any fun for him,” said Sam.