A LITTLE boy came to his mother one rainy afternoon, and said to her, “Mother, may I go down the street with a little girl who goes to our school?”
“It is very wet for you to go out, Charlie,” his mother replied. “Is the little girl a favorite of yours?”
“Oh no; she treats me worse than any other scholar in the school.”
“Then why do you wish to go with her?”
“You know, mother, Jesus said we must do good to them that despitefully use us. And as this little girl has a heavy parcel to take home, I thought I would carry it for her, and return good for evil.”
