'No,' said her mother, 'He won't take them away just yet; but I want them to belong to Him as long as they live, and then He'll take them home by-and-by.'
Poppy was very attentive at church that day. How pretty her babies looked as the clergyman took them in his arms! Her mother had been very anxious that they should have Bible names, and after much searching, and after many long talks with Poppy on the subject, she had fixed on Enoch and Elijah as the names for the little brothers.
Poppy was very happy that Sunday as she walked home with little Enoch in her arms. But when they got into the house, her mother sat down and burst into tears.
'What is it, mother dear?' said the child. 'Are you tired?'
'No, my dear, it isn't that,' she said. 'I'll tell you some time when the babies are asleep.'
They were asleep much sooner than usual that night; the fresh air had made them sleepy, and Poppy and her mother had a quiet evening.
'Tell me why you were crying, mother dear, when we came home from church.'
'Oh, Poppy!' said her mother, 'I don't know how to tell you, my poor little lassie.'
'What is it, mother? Do tell me.'
'You know you said God had sent a present for you, Poppy, when the babies came?'