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“T always do,” she answered.

“And why do you,” I asked, “if you do
not think you are doing wrong when reading
that book ?”

“Because nobody here cares for the things
that are in that book,” she answered mildly ;
“and those are the things which make me
happy.”

“ What things?” I asked.

“The things I learned when I was a baby.
I cannot forget them,” she replied.

I again asked, “ What things ?”

“The things papa and mamma taught me,
father,” she answered.

“Please to explain yourself, Aimée,” I said.
“What things did your parents teach you?”

“They taught me that my heart is bad, sir,
and that I can do nothing good without God’s
help.”

“Go on,” I said.

“ And that God had sent his Son to die for
me, and his Holy Spirit to make me good;
and they taught me to read; and told me that
I was to love my Bible, and follow all that is
written in it.”

“But how,” I asked, “can a child like you
understand the Bible?”

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