Light for Little Ones. Mary F. Waterbury

nor very long before the morning sun drove away the dreams and opened his eyes. Jumping up, he put on his stockings and boots, but pants and jacket were nowhere to be seen, nothing but the brown gingham dress and apron.

      “Mamma, mamma, I want my pants. Please, mamma,” he said, running into the kitchen where his mother was getting breakfast.

      “They must be cleaned first. Put on your dress and come to breakfast.” Her voice was so pleasant that Frankie forgot his impatience, and dressed himself quickly and quietly.

      After breakfast he was about to run out as usual, when his mother said,

      “No, Frankie. Mother wants you to stay in the house this morning. She has something to say to you.”

      “But I don’t want to stay, mamma,” and he walked slowly toward the door.

      “Frankie must stay.” This was decisive, and he sat down in his chair.

      After his mother had finished her work, she took him into the sitting-room, and gave him a seat on a stool by her side.

      “Now, Frankie,” she said, “I want you to tell me just what you did and where you went yesterday afternoon.”

      Frankie gave a truthful account of his adventures at the creek. Then his mother said, “Did you know you were disobeying your mother, and, more than that, disobeying God?”

      “O mamma, I didn’t think, I wanted to go so much,” and Frankie looked as though he wanted to cry.

      “I know you wanted to go, but you must do what is right, not what you want to do. I will teach you a verse from the Bible that you must remember whenever you are tempted to disobey your mother. It is this: ‘Children obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.’ Can you repeat it now?”

      After a few trials, Frankie could say it without a mistake, and he seemed to understand it, for, when his mother told him that he could run out and play, he put his arms around her neck and kissed her, saying softly, “I’ll remember, mamma, that God tells me to mind you.”

      CHAPTER III

      ALECK—THE NEW FRIEND

      Frankie had never been to school, but his mother had taught him to read, and had given him some nice books. These he used to read over and over again until he almost had them by heart. Then, every Sunday his teacher selected a good Sunday School book for him to read during the week. The book she gave him on the Sabbath after his adventure in the creek, was the story of a naughty boy who disobeyed his parents. Frankie read the story with great interest, and did not leave it until it was finished; then, going to his mother, he said, earnestly,

      “Mamma, did Miss Campbell know I didn’t mind you and went to the creek?”

      “I don’t know, Frankie,” replied his mother. “Why do you ask?”

      “Because she gave me a book that tells about a little boy that didn’t mind, and ran away to a pond, and got drowned; and I thought she must have known it.”

      “It may be that she did, but that is of less consequence than the fact that God knows it. Think of it, Frankie, the great and holy God! He sees everything you do, and hears everything you say, and knows all your thoughts.”

      “Oh, dear!” sighed Frankie. “I wish he didn’t. I never can have any more fun when I think of that. Is he looking at us all the time, every one of us?”

      “‘Every one of us, and all the time,’” answered his mother. “‘His eyes are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.’ But that need not trouble you, if you do right.”