AMONG THE HEATHEN.
Helen, aged four, was spending a night away from home. At bedtime she knelt at her hostess’ knees to say her prayers, expecting the usual prompting. Binding Mrs I unable to help her out, she concluded thus :
‘ Please, God, ’scuse me. I can’t ’member my prayers and I’m stayin’ with a lady that don’t know any.’
Little Bess (to visitor) : ‘ You ain’t black are you, Mr L. ?’ ‘ Black, child ? No, I should hope not. What made you think I was ?' • ‘ Oh, nothin' ; ’ceptpa said you was awful niggardly.’ Poets take in the beauty of Nature. Their wives take in washing. We have an idea that we will purchase a bicycle after a while. We know of a good place to get the wind with which to fill the tyres.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XXIV, 14 December 1895, Page 760
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132AMONG THE HEATHEN. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XXIV, 14 December 1895, Page 760
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