Nunky smiled outright then, and had a great mind not to say any more; but he did so wish to plant a seed of truth in these little minds!
“Was it right, Pollio, to take those tarts yesterday without leave?”
The little boy hung his head, and wondered how Nunky knew about that.
“Didn’t something tell you it was wrong?”
“Yes, sir,” whispered Pollio faintly.
“Well, that was God’s voice. He spoke to your heart then.”
“Oh!”
Pollio began to understand.
“That is the way He speaks. Now, I don’t want to hear you say again, ‘I keep a-talkin’ and a-talkin’, and He don’t say a word.’”