A POOR little street girl was taken sick, and was carried to the hospital. While there she heard the story of how Jesus came into the world to save us by dying for our sins on the cross. It was all new to her and very precious. She could and did value such a wonderful Saviour, and the knowledge bf Him made her very happy as she lay upon her little cot.
One day the nurse came around at the usual hour, and “Little Broomstick” (that was her street name) held her by the hand and whispered, “I’m having real good times here—ever such good times. S’pose I’ll have to go away from here just as soon as I get well; but I’ll take the good time along — some of it, anyhow. Did you know about Jesus being born?”
“Yes,” replied the nurse. “I know. Sh-sh-sh! Don’t talk any more. You will disturb others, and do yourself no good.”
The child paid no heed to this. Instead, she continued, “You did? You knew about Jesus being born? I thought you looked as if you didn’t, and I was going to tell you.”
“Why, how do I look?” asked the nurse, forgetting her own responsibilities in her curiosity.
“Oh, just like most folks — kind o’ glum. I shouldn’t think you’d ever look glum if you knowed about Jesus being born.”
ML-03/04/1962