“Look here, now, Harold,” said a father to his little son, who was naughty, “if you don’t say your prayers you won’t go to Heaven.”
“I don’t want to go to Heaven,” sobbed the boy; “I want to go with you and mother.”
“Look here, now, Harold,” said a father to his little son, who was naughty, “if you don’t say your prayers you won’t go to Heaven.”
“I don’t want to go to Heaven,” sobbed the boy; “I want to go with you and mother.”