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`To do as he does.' `Does he know better?' `Perhaps he does; but that is nothing to you.' `If he doesn't, you ought to tell him, mamma.' `I have told him.' The litHe moralist paused and pondered. I tried in vain to divert his mind from the subject. `I'm sorry papa's wicked,' said he mournfully, at length, `for I don't want him to go to hell.' And so saying he burst into tears. I consoled him with the hope that perhaps his papa would alter and become good before he died--but is it not time to deliver him from such a parent? |
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