"Nobody ever talked to the dust-pan, in all the days of their lives! I always thought you were a good girl, Dotty, but now I am afraid you tell false fibs!" Dotty clung about Prudy like a sweet pea, and peeped into her eyes with a pleading look.
"Say, do you love me, Prudy?
For I'm goin' to let the oil slip right down my throat, just as my papa did when _he_ was a little boy." After swallowing the oil and molasses, Dotty grew very affectionate, and kissed everybody twice, all around.

Then she said her prayers, and went to bed.
"Mamma," said she, "now smoove me up under my chin, please." She loved to have the sheet laid straight.

"Do you s'pose God will take care o' me to-night, mamma ?" "Certainly, my darling; you may be very sure He will.

Your heavenly Father never sleeps.

He watches over you always." "Now, truly, does he ?" said the child, pressing her flushed cheek against the pillow.