“OH, I want one of those cakes!” cried a little boy, as his mother left the room, after placing a plate of cakes on the table.
“No, no,” said his sister.
“Mother won’t know it; she didn’t count them,” he answered.
“If she didn’t, perhaps God counted,” was the little sister’s prompt reply, and the little boy’s hand was staved.
ML 12/21/1902