Jamie raised his head earnestly. “O papa! don’t you believe me when I speak?”
“My precious child, I do so long to believe you!”
“Jamie, O, Jamie, did you carry it off?”
Jimmy slipped down from his father’s knee, and stood upright before him, his eyes shining with a new thought.
“Does God know everything, papa?”
“Certainly, my child.”
“Well, then, when you go to heaven, papa, you just ask God if I haven’t told you the truth,” said Jimmy; and broke down again, and shook with sobs.
Mr. Dunlee caught the little pleader in his arms. He knew no more than before what had become of the cake, but he was sure from that moment that Jimmy had not taken it.