human
I can't, Dick, she said;
gpt
God wouldn't like it; mother told me that long ago.
human
But how is He to know if you don't tell Him?
gpt
Don't you know that God can see us all the time; that He's taking care of us always?
human
Oh, come! what'll you tell us next? said Dick, looking over his shoulder with a gesture of fear.
gpt
He ain't here now, you know,
human
Yes he is, said the little girl, confidently;
gpt
What makes you talk like that?
human
What's a matter, Dick? she asked, not understanding his fear.
gpt
Don't you like to think God is close to you, and all round you,
human
Nobody never thinks about God at Bermuda Point, so p'r'aps He don't come here, he said, at last, in a tone of relief.
gpt
Oh, I say, Tiny, look! Harry Hayes has got a book! Let's go and see what it's about!
human
Well, we'll ask dad when he come home to-night, and p'r'aps he'll let us,
gpt
Oh, then, it's dad you're afraid of, and not God?
human
Afraid! What do you mean? asked Tiny.
gpt
God loves me, and takes care of me, and so does daddy; and if I was to talk to Harry Hayes, it would make him cross, and God doesn't like us to make people cross; and little gals has to do as they are told, you know.
human
Oh yes; I know all about that, said Dick;
gpt
Oh! He's dreadfully sorry, Dick, I know He is, for He makes me afraid of him sometimes, when he's had a big lot; and he's just the dearest daddy when he forgets to bring the bottle home from Fellness.
human
Ah, but that ain't often, grunted Dick;