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Evening Star, Issue 13002, 22 December 1906, Page 13

She was a dainty little sprite, itfc'i' years scarce reached the rum of her dirni '--i fingers, and, having known nothing hot loving kindness in her brief exponent naturallv held herself in no small o'teem. One afternoon, when out walking with her mother, the was abnormally silent for a space and then said, with an air of rr ■- found conviction: “ Mammie, I guess God and the angels must be all dead.” “Why, darling, what do you mean?” asked her mother, in great amaze at s> startling a supposition. “Because,” she responded quite placidly, “I haven’t said my prayers lor nearly a. week, and still nothin’s hapcaoed."