“Tiny’s Work for God.”  Two little girls, Leila and Tiny, were sitting, one summer day, under the tree which grew beside their home.

Both children had been quiet for a little while, when suddenly Tiny raised her blue eyes and said, “I am so happy, Leila.  I do love the flowers, and the birdies, and you, and everybody so much.”  Then she added, in a whisper, “And I love God, who made us all so happy.  Sister, I wish I could do something for him.”

“Mother says if we love him, that is what he likes best of all,” said Leila.

“Yes, but I do want to do something for him—­something that would give me trouble.  Can’t you think of anything?”

Leila thought a little, and said, “Perhaps you could print a text for the flowers mother sends every week to the sick people in the hospital.  They are so glad to have the flowers, and then the text might help them think about our Father in heaven.”

“Oh! thank you, sister, that will be so nice!  I will write—­’Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not.’”

But Tiny was only a little over four years old, and it was hard for her to hold a pen, but she managed to print two letters every day till the text was finished.  Then she went alone to her room, and laying the text on a chair, she kneeled down beside it, and said—­“Heavenly Father, I have done this for you:  please take it from Tiny, for Jesus Christ’s sake.  Amen.”  And God heard the prayer, for he always listens when children truly pray.

So Tiny’s text was sent up to London, and a lady put a very pretty flower into the card and took it to the hospital.  She stopped beside a bed where a little boy was lying.  His face was almost as white as the pillow on which he lay, and his dark eyes were filled with tears.

“Is the pain very bad to-day, Willie?”

“Yes, miss; its dreadful-like.  But it’s not so much the pain as I mind.  I’m used to that, yer know.  Father beat me every day a’most, when he was drunk.  But the doctor says I’m too ill for ’im to ’ave any ’opes for me, and I’m mighty afeard to die.”

“If you had a friend who loved you, and you were well, would you be afraid to go and stay with him, Willie?”

“Why no, I’d like to go, in course.”

“I have brought you a message from a Friend, who has loved you all your life long.  He wants you to trust him, and to go and live with him.  He will love you always, and you will always be happy.”

Then the lady read Tiny’s text, “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not.” She told him how Jesus had died, and then had risen again, and had gone to heaven, to prepare a place for him, and for many other children.  She told him how Jesus is still saying “Come,” and his hand is still held out to bless.

So Willie turned to the Good Shepherd, and was no longer afraid.  A few days afterwards he whispered—­“Lord Jesus, I am coming;” and he died with Tiny’s text in his hand.