Little Minnie
She stood in the cemetery beside a long green grave. She had a bunch of wild flowers in her fat brown hand.''I' m going to give them to papa," She said with a bright smile to Uncle John who went over to talk with her. ''My papa has gone to heaven, you know; but he likes to have me bring him flowers. He used to kiss me for them, always , but he can't now, 'cause he is so busy helping the angels, but he is keeping all the kisses, and when a nice summer day comes I am going after them."
"Do you now the way?" Uncle John asked her.
"Oh, no; but the angel does. Jesus keeps angels all ready to come down here, and when he wants any little girl, he calls an angel and says, 'You go get that little girl for me, and bring her up here, I have got something for her.' Papa went a good while ago, and sometimes Mamma and I get most tired of waiting. I asked Mamma this morning if she thought he had forgotten us, because he had so many children; but she said:
"Oh no indeed! God had promised that he never would forget anybody; and he won't, you know, 'cause he never tells a lie. Do you know God?"
"Yes my darling, I know him very well."
"Then you don't think he'll ever go and forget, like folks do sometimes?"
"There isn't a bit of danger,'' Uncle John said, and she gave a happy little sigh.
''Everybody says so that knows him," she said. "Once I asked a man, and he said he didn't know anything about it; but everybody who knows God thinks just the same thing, and mamma thinks so; she says she is sure of it; so I know it most be."
