A Child’s Request
The mother, on leaving the room, warns her little daughter: “Don’t think of taking a pear from the basket when I am gone; you know, little one, that if I cannot see you, the dear Lord can.” Mother gone, the little girl can’t resist the temptation, and looking up to heaven, she says, in a pleading voice: “Dear Lord, do please turn around!”
The Order of Things
“Mamma, I know how things in this world are ordered,” said little Bertha, who had just administered a severe rebuke to her doll. “The doll must mind me; I must mind the nurse; the nurse must mind you; you must mind papa; papa must mind the Emperor; the Emperor must mind God; and God——” here she stopped, thought a moment, and then said decidedly—“and God must mind Bismarck.”
A Large Hood
“The dear Lord must wear a very large hood, mamma!”
“Why so, child?”
“Because at school we always pray:
“‘Make us, dear Lord, pious and good,
And take us all beneath Thy hood!’”