"We had a little tea party, mamma, with our cousins, out under the trees, and there was pie and very rich cake——"
"And 'serves," put in Eddie.
"Yes, mamma, and preserves too, and they looked so good, and I wanted some, but I remembered that you and papa don't let us eat those things because they would make us sick. So I said, 'Lord, help me'; and then I felt so glad and happy, thinking how Jesus loves me."
"My darling! He does, indeed," the mother said, with a gentle kiss.
"And Eddie was good, and said, 'No, thank you; mamma and papa don't let us eat 'serves and pie.'"
"Mamma's dear boy," and her hand passed softly over the curly head resting on her shoulder.
"Mamma, I love you; I love you so much," he said, hugging her tight; "and dear papa, too; and Jesus. Mamma, I wanted to be naughty once to-day when one o' zese cousins took away my own new whip that papa buyed for me; but I remembered I mustn't be selfish and cross, and I said my little prayers jus' in my heart, mamma—and Jesus did help me to be good."
"Yes, my dear son, and He will always help you when you ask Him. And now, what has Vi to tell mamma?"
"Vi naughty girl one time, mamma: ky 'cause she didn't want mammy wash face and brush curls. Vi solly now;" and the golden head dropped upon mamma's breast.
"Mamma's dear baby must try and be patient; mamma is sure she will, and Jesus will help her if she asks Him, and forgive her, if she is sorry for being naughty," the mother said, with a tender caress. "Now let us sing, 'Jesus loves me.'"