“We ought always to try to do good, Willie; but I am not sure that I quite understand what you mean.”
“I heard you say the other day, father, that we should love to share with others the blessings which the Lord gives to us.”
“That is right, my son: I did say something of the kind.”
“Well, father, I have a great many blessings this morning,—all these pretty toys; and so I think I ought to spend the gold dollar for other people.”
“I am glad you think so, Willie. And who would you like to spend it for?”
“If you are willing, father, I should like to give it to lame Georgie to buy a book. He told me, a few days ago, that he wanted very much to buy a book called ‘Rollo at Work,’ because there is a story in it about a lame boy named Georgie, just like him. You know Georgie’s father is poor; and I do not think he can spare the money to buy a book. May I give him my dollar, father?”
“Certainly, Willie: you may take it to him as soon as you have eaten your breakfast.”
Willie’s eyes sparkled with delight. His breakfast was quickly eaten, and his warm comforter and mittens put on.
“May I go to the bookstore and buy the book for Georgie, if he wishes me to, mother?” he asked; “and may I stay with him a little while?”
Mrs. Duncan readily granted her permission; for although Georgie’s father and mother were poor, yet they were very worthy people, and had taught him to be an obedient, good boy, so that Willie’s parents were quite willing that he should sometimes go to play with him.