ONE DAY Mother came home from shopping. Her little boy didn't run to meet her and throw his arms around her neck, as he was in the habit of doing, to show how glad he was to have her come home again. Instead, he seemed to be afraid to look his mother in the face, and kept out of her way as much as he could all day. His mother thought it very strange, and wondered why he acted so.
At the close of the day she found out the reason. When she was putting him to bed, he said, "Mother, can God see through the crack in the closet door?"
"Yes," said his mother.
"And can He see when it's all dark there?"
"Yes," she said, "He can see us at all times, and in all places."
"Then God saw me," said the little fellow, "and I may as well tell you all about it. When you were gone out, I got into the closet and ate up the cake. I'm sorry, very sorry. Please, forgive me"; and he laid his head on his mother's lap and cried bitterly.
Of course Mother forgave her darling boy, for he was truly repentant, but she hoped he had learned a good lesson that he would remember all his life.