Marion got separated from her mamma in a large crowd at the Exposition last summer. She was not at all frightened, but sat quietly in a corner. After she had waited about an hour she got up and went towards the door, saying to herself, "God will lead me to mamma, and I am not lost when He is always with me." Just about that time her mamma had conquered her belief of fear. "I will trust God to lead me to my little girl," she thought. It wasn't five minutes later before they caught sight of each other.
"Mamma, did you think I was lost?I wasn't at all, but you forgot to remember it for awhile, that was all!" said Marion.
"We need Love's tender lessons, taught
As only weakness can;
God hath His small interpreters,
The child must teach the man."
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