But Willie took her up quite seriously, and asked in a tone that showed he wanted it accounted for-- "Why haven't I ever done anything, Mrs Wilson ?" "You ought to know that best yourself," she answered, still cross.

"I suppose because you don't like work.

Your good father and mother work very hard, I'm sure.

It's a shame of you to be so idle." This was rather hard on a boy of seven, for Willie was no more then.

It made him look very grave indeed, if not unhappy, for a little while, as he sat turning over the thing in his mind.
"Is it wrong to play about, Mrs Wilson ?" he asked, after a pause of considerable duration.
"No, indeed, my dear," she answered; for during the pause she had begun to be sorry for having spoken so roughly to her little darling.
"Does everybody work ?" "Everybody that's worth anything, and is old enough," she added.
"Does God work ?" he asked, after another pause, in a low voice.
"No, child.