“But, Tessie,” I said, “that makes no difference; God sees you all the time, and knows what you do in the dark, just as well as what you do when it is light.”
The girl’s expression changed, and she looked about her stealthily, as though in some dark corner she expected to see some one looking at her. Failing in that, she looked back at me, and said:
“’Tain’t wurth while ter vex ’im.”
“No, Tessie,” I said, “it’s not right to vex any one who has been kind to us; and God does more for us than any earthly friends we have.”
“Reckon ef I puts it back in de dark agin, he’ll see it?”
“Yes, Tessie, God will see you, whether you put it back at night, or in the day.”
“Den it’ll be all right?”
“If you make up your mind never to take again what does not belong to you.”
“S’posen His head’s turned round the wrong way, an’ He don’t see me?”
“God’s head is never turned round, Tessie; it is always towards us.”