ONE day little Alice hung about her mother's neck covering her
cheeks with kisses, and saying in her pretty, childish way,
"I love you, you nice, sweet mother! You are good--so good!" But her
mother answered earnestly,
"Dear child, God is good; if I have any good it is from Him; He has
given it to me; it is not mine."
Then the little one unclasped her caressing arms, and putting back
her hair with both hands gazed with a look of surprise into her
mother's face.