EMMA GRAY, on her way to school, passed a little boy whose hand was through the railing of a front garden, trying to pick a flower.
“O, little boy,” said Emma kindly, “are you not taking that without permission?”
“Nobody sees me,” answered the little boy.
“Somebody sees you from the blue sky,” answered Emma. “God says we must not take that which does not belong to us without leave, and you will grieve Him if you do.”
“Shall I?” he asked. “Then I won’t,” and so saying he drew back his hand and went away.
ML 05/25/1924