BROTHER and sister were playing in the dining room, when their mother placed a plate of cakes on the table and went out.
“How nice they look!” said the boy, reaching to take one.
His sister drew back his hand, saying that it was against their mother’s wishes. “She did not count them,” said he. “But perhaps God did,” answered the sister.
So he withdrew from the temptation, and sitting down, seemed to be thinking.
“You are right,” he replied, looking at her with a cheerful, yet serious air. “God does count, for the Bible says, The very hairs of our head are all numbered.”
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