"You don't tell good stories, mamma. I wish you'd never been made!"
"O, how can you talk so to your good mother?" said Ninny, much shocked. "You'd better tell a story yourself, and see if you can do better than she does."
"Well, mamma," returned Flaxie, "do you want me to tell a story?"
"Yes."
"Does God know I'm going to tell it?"
"Yes."
"Does He know what it is?"
"Yes."
"Did He always know?"
"Yes."