"Yes, mamma, and preserves too, and they looked so good, and I wanted
some, but I remembered that you and papa don't let us eat those things
because they would make us sick. So I said, 'Lord, help me'; and then I
felt so glad and happy, thinking how Jesus loves me."
"My darling! He does, indeed," the mother said, with a gentle kiss.
"And Eddie was good, and said, 'No, thank you; mamma and papa don't let us
eat 'serves and pie.'"
"Mamma's dear boy," and her hand passed softly over the curly head resting
on her shoulder.
"Mamma, I love you; I love you _so much_," he said, hugging her tight;
"and dear papa, too; and Jesus. Mamma, I wanted to be naughty once to-day
when one o' zese cousins took away my own new whip that papa buyed for me;
but I remembered I mustn't be selfish and cross, and I said my little
prayers jus' in my heart, mamma--and Jesus did help me to be good."
"Yes, my dear son, and He will always help you when you ask Him. And now,
what has Vi to tell mamma?"
"Vi naughty girl one time, mamma: ky 'cause she didn't want mammy wash
face and brush curls. Vi solly now;" and the golden head dropped upon
mamma's breast.
"Mamma's dear baby must try and be patient; mamma is sure she will, and
Jesus will help her if she asks Him, and forgive her, if she is sorry for
being naughty," the mother said, with a tender caress.
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