'"
[Footnote: These beautiful words are not mine, nor do I know
either the name of the author or where they were originally
published.]
He was silent for a moment after she had repeated the last verse,
then laying his hand softly on her head, and looking searchingly
into her eyes, he asked, "And does my little one really wish all
that those words express?"
"Yes, papa, for myself and for you too," she answered. "O papa! I
do want to be all that Jesus would have me! just like Him; so like
Him that everybody who knows me will see the likeness and know
that I belong to Him."
"Nay, you belong to me," he said, leaning over her and patting her
cheek. "Hush! not a syllable from your lips. I will have no
gainsaying of my words," he added, with a mixture of authority and
playfulness, as she seemed about to reply. "Now shut your eyes and
go to sleep; I will have no more talking to-night."
She obeyed at once; the white lids gently closed over the sweet
eyes, the long, dark lashes rested quietly on the fair, round
cheek, and soon her soft regular breathing told that she had
passed into the land of dreams.
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