What the Little Children May Do

At family prayer, little Mary, one evening when all was silent, looked anxiously in trhe face of her backsliding father, who had ceased to pray in his family, and said to him with quivering lips,” Pa, is God dead? ‘’

“No, my child — why do you ask that?”

“Why, Pa, you never talk to him now as you used to do,’’ she replied.

These words haunted the father until he was mercifully reclaimed.