BABY was only three years old, and, on the day of which I am speaking, as the family was at dinner, and she busy with spoon and fork in hand, her blue eyes were looking round the table, and her little ears listening to all that was said.
“I wish Maggie would make haste home, for we must start soon,” said the mother, looking at the clock.
“Yes,” replied Susie, the elder sister, “for we cannot leave the children only with Ann.”
Baby looked from one to another, and then in her little language said, “Jeser (Jesus) will take care of we.” I forget the answer the mother made, but I often think of the little child’s sentence, and oh! how I wish every one could say the same from the bottom of the heart, “Jesus takes care of me.”
R. P.