A very pretty story is told by Mr. Stuart
Robertson in his delightful book of ‘Talks to Children.’
A little girl was sitting on her mother’s knees. She was
very fond of her mother. She called her, her ‘Very own
mother,’ and like one who was rejoicing
over very precious treasures, she was touching, one after the other, the features of her mother’s face
with her little fingers -- her mother’s lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her hair. After a while she said, ‘Mummy,
can I see your heart?’ The mother said, ‘I don’t know about that, but you can look into my eyes, and
see if you can see anything.’ The child climbed up and peered in; and then she cried out gleefully, ‘I can
see your heart Mummy, and there is a wee girl away in there, and it’s me!’
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