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BREAD AND BUTTER.
HE moon seems to be very fond of children, and here is another of
his pictures. "I do so love children," said the moon, one evening; "especially
the very small ones; they are so innocent, and droll. Many nights I peep
into the room, between the curtains and window-frames, when they are not
thinking of me. It gives me so much pleasure to see them undress. First,
 a little, white round shoulder comes peeping out of the frock; then an arm;
or a stocking is drawn off, and a little white leg appears, and a little foot,
fit to be kissed, and I kiss it, too. This evening, I looked through a window,
before which no curtain was drawn, and saw a whole troop of little ones,
all of one family. Among them was a little sister, only four years old,
who had been taught to say, 'Our Father,' as well as the rest. The mother
sits by her bedside, every night, to hear her say her prayers; and after
she has said them, she gives her a kiss, and stays by her until she is asleep,
which is, generally, as soon as ever her eyes are closed. This evening, the
two elder children were rather inclined to play. One of them hopped about
the room, on one leg, and the other stood on a chair, surrounded by the
clothes of all the other children, and said he was a living statue. The third
and fourth were placing the clean linen, from the wash, into the drawers,
which is a thing that must be done; and the mother sat by the bed of the
youngest, and desired the others to be quiet, as their little sister was going
to say her prayers. I looked in, over the lamp, into the little maiden's bed,
where she lay under the white quilt, her little hands folded, and her face
quite grave and serious. Then she repeated the Lord's Prayer, aloud.
'What is it you say to yourself?' asked the mother, when she got into the
middle of the prayer. 'When you say, 'Give us this day our daily bread,'
you always add something, which I cannot understand; you must tell mother
what it is.' The little one lay silent, and looked confused. 'What is it
you say after 'Give us our daily bread?'—tell me.' 'Don't be angry, dear
mother,' said the child, 'I only say, 'And plenty of butter on it.'"