Little ones, never say "I am afraid." Of what are you afraid? What do you fear? Surely not God, who rules all things; and what else is there to fear?
Remember, dear girls and boys, remember, whenever one says afraid, to ask that question, What do we fear? Whenever seeming danger appears, stand one moment and say, "God is with me," and see if you are not safe. Don't run, but look danger right in the face, as bravely as only God's child can. Then do what you find best, but know God will always help you and care for you.
Out on the borders was a family owning a great rough dog. This dog was so fierce that nobody dared go near him. They even fed him by tossing large bones and pieces of meat to him. There came to them a bit of sunny childhood. He soon began to toddle outdoors, and would often disappear on some fresh tour of inspection. He was opening his big blue eyes upon a new object each day with much delight. One day they missed him, and the mother ran out to find him. He had espied great Bruin asleep, and was approaching him with outstretched chubby hands, and little outbursts of glee. His mother stood stricken with terror. She could not speak, and dared not, for there was Charlie within reach of Bruin's chain. Should she call, it would but attract the dog's attention, and perhaps cause the huge creature to leap madly up and strike the baby — her baby-boy — to the ground.
